I always destroyed my sand castles when it was time to go home. I spent a lot of time and effort to build it. I can’t just leave it sitting there for some other kid to smash!
Archive for April, 2012
I’m guessing walkie talkies are going out of style. Me and my friends used to dream about sneaking them into our bedrooms and talking to each other in the middle of the night when our parents were asleep. Talking via text would have been much more stealthy.
We cam home from vacation awhile back and found evidence of a mouse in our kitchen. Used up a lot of bleach that night. My main problem is that I enjoy fresh cracked black pepper. I have mouse flashbacks every time I crack some over my food.
Back around 1997 I used to have a magical power. People at work would be having a conversation about something like “Yeah, who was that guy in that movie?” I would leave the room, look up the answer on the internet, walk back to the conversation and give them the answer. Most of these people didn’t have a computer at work or at home. They had no idea how one I could know little details about so many things. Now that person would have looked up the answer on his phone before he even asked the question out loud.
Back when my son was born I didn’t get much of that magical thing called sleep. I would wake up in the living room with him asleep in my arms and figure out what time it was based on what show was on the TV. Occasionally I was really thrown off because I would be watching the nightly news program and expect David Letterman to come on next. Instead I would get an infomercial because I was actually watching the 3AM repeat of the news. It must be embarrassing to be a superhero that sees an emergency happening on the 3AM news and show up to the scene hours too late.
I’ve watched a few robot fighting games on TV. It was cool to see all the different ways the various teams would solve similar problems. I wonder if it will ever take off into primetime TV territory. Maybe it’s harder to relate to when it’s a game you haven’t been playing yourself since childhood.
My dad has told me stories of how hard it was to get me certain Transformers for Christmas 1984. I’m not sure what is funnier. The fact that I am now a dad searching for specific toys for his son or that I am also searching for Transformers.
Our dog isn’t allowed in the kitchen. She knows this well but occasionally the smell of something like bacon will drive her over the edge and she will break it. A quick little “hey” causes her to slink away with her tail between her legs. My favorite part, however, is when I’ll be walking towards the kitchen from another part of the house and suddenly she will go scurrying past me with her tail tucked. Punishing herself for a crime I never witnessed.
There are lots of cool abilities that other animals have. It will probably be common in the future to stop off at the genome clinic and pick up a few of them for yourself. I think it would be handy to have limb regeneration. I suppose there would finally be furries that were actually furry.
When I was a kid it was the dog’s job to clean up after us sloppy humans flinging food everywhere. Now our current dog is on a very strict diet of specific foods. None of that horrible stuff us humans are killing ourselves with. Only what the vet says is okay plus any rabbit poop she can get a hold of.