May 2005

Not really. But there was a bad wreck this morning out on the main trunk road to the freeway—which I came upon because I had some errands to run this morning.

Rain can be nice, but this morning I wish it had waited till this afternoon.

Yesterday was grand. Happy Belated Mother’s Day to all those Moms out there, including my very own wife!

And a special note of Happy Birthday and Happy Mother’s Day to my own Mom.

Have a great week!

Dude. Just finished up assembling the bunk bed for Dev & Ty. Very sturdy, very heavy, and very awkward to put together. But Dev and I got it together—with much assistance with Tony (extra muscle), Leah (extra consultation) and Ty (miscellaneous lifting and adjustments.

We didn’t even have too many extra screws and dowels left over.

Morgen is Dev’s default greeting in—basically short for “Guten Morgen” in German. Kinda funny. Reminds me a bit of the kid from Breaking Away. He spent several of the first years of his life in Germany so it’s a part of his identity.

Let’s see. Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, and additionally my Mom’s Birthday. That’s pretty cool. I have a pile of stuff to send her for various combined missed holidays. Yikes!

We have the kids this weekend. Shh…—we’re going to try and do something nice for Leah. Can’t tell you what, because Leah may read this before tomorrrow.

Breakfast was good. I made oatmeal for the crew. I’m thinking I could enjoy the househusband thing. I suppose this is not a particularly masculine thing to admit, but it’s quite true. I have plenty of online projects to keep me busy, and working from home suits me at this stage in my life. Also, college is close, which is nice. The critical question is balancing all these things in a way that makes mental health, financial, and spiritual sense, right?

Hey, music. Right now my Police stuff is playing on the iTunes box. I think I want to play some Smiths next. The lyrics I woke up with were:

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ

I think that’s the key line in the song for me. “It says nothing to me about my life” – Music really needs to do speak to you, you know? It has to say something. So much pop music is really piffle. I enjoy myself some piffle sometimes, but not always.

Have a great day, and to all you Mom’s out there, or to those of you who are like Mom’s to someone… Happy Mother’s Day!

Shall we talk about the government?

Yesterday was rainy and wet. Gray and green were the colors of the day.

Today, the sky has a lighter cast.

And onward toward the weekend. Nifty.

Did you know that tomorrow is Free Comic Book Day? I haven’t bought a comic in ages, but I want to take the kids tomorrow. Though really, they’re much more interested in Manga than comics, I suppose like all 21st century kids. :-)

I get furious at these things. If you use a service like this, and you send me an email, and expect me to reply, you’re not getting a reply from me. Don’t email me and then expect me to put up with your stupid filters.

Andre, I’m not getting your email. Bummer dude!

Hello this Andre’ thank you for your email.———-
Due to large amounts of Spam…I need Your Help!

I regret I don’t have your email address in my contact list. Would you be so kind and verify your email… it’s easy.

By quickly clicking on the link below, I’ll verify it’s you, then add you to my list, and that’s it. Best of all…

You’ll only have to do this ONCE!

Thanks again

Andre’

Click here to verify your identity

P.s. I should mention, when click on the link your browser will open, fill in your name, and let me know it’s you in the “reasons for contacting me” box.

One other thing, I need to here back from you within 2 day(s) otherwise the mean software I use will automatically deleted your messages in the future.

Lets avoid that. Click and get through now.

Remember, you contacted me. I already proved that I exist. Don’t make me jump through hoops.

from Leah, via IM

note: i think it’s safe to say that leah only likes fruit yogurts. like with berries or whatever. but not flavored yogurt with lime, pina colada or lemon.

Oatmeal!, eh? Adding the exclamation point makes it sound like a broadway musical.

The stage hit… Oatmeal!—yeah, that’s the ticket.

Anyway. Drowsy morning here. I made oatmeal for Leah and myself. She drank green tea, I had mint cocoa. Checking on some online forums, some email, things are good.

Turned on the TV —The Falcon and the Snowman is on. An underrated movie from the 1980s about a guy who started feeding information to the Soviet Union. Great little movie with Sean Penn and Timothy Hutton. I remember buying the single of the pop song from the movie—by David Bowie. It’s called This is not America. I can’t exactly recall, but I think there was a remix of it as well. Wild.

Last night with the kids was pretty great. Ty had a great game, even slid into home. Tight game too, his team had a grand-slam home run against them and yet they came back.

I find myself not always compelled by these baseball games. I wish I could unreservedly enjoy the game on the basis of supporting the kids, but truth be told, I’m not as excited as I might be. Now, maybe if the kids were painting or drawing or programming or working on websites or something I regard as creative for me, maybe it would be different.

But maybe I need to expand my definition of creativity, no? I think that’s something I want to work on.

School! Hey, did I mention I’m starting back at school—Moorpark College—in the summer. Not entirely sure what class(es) I’ll be taking, but I’m so there.

Yesterday I was driving Tony home and we were riffing on uses of the word “rock”—rock it, rock on, rock-a-bye baby—I brought up Rock Lobster—which made Tony laugh. I let him know that that was a real song! Remind me to play it for him next time he’s over.

Here comes the Manta Ray! Here comes the Narwahl!

I chuckle now, even thinking of it. The song itself, and riffing word combinations with Tony.

Okay. 8:36am. Time to start my day.

Onward.

Sad. I dig Tony and the busblog. I even bought a copy of his book.

Tony’s excessive sometimes, but sometimes excessive is just right.

Many today was nothing if not busy.

Highlights were two bits of grooming:

1. I shaved my bushy bushy blonde (not really) beard off. I had elaborate ideas about doing a stop-motion film of my beard slowly evaporating by taking shots with every stroke. I haven’t the patience!

2. I mowed the lawn! Yep, we’re definitely renting a house now.

And with those paltry pronouncements, I proclaim posting permanently performed.

(For today).

Back tomorrow with less alliteration.

This article: Blogs in Geekland mentions my very own sandiegobloggers.com site. How cool!

I wish there was a datestamp on the article. I have no idea when it was posted.