I'm pretty certain that a small, furry critter of some kind has decided to to turn our master bedroom wall into its own personal little mouse-olium. (See what I did there? That's very punny.)
Our pest control guy says we're basically SOL. All we can do is wait until the little bastardo dries out naturally. Until then, I will be investing in Febreeze, cinnamon brooms, Yankee candles and any other thing I can think of to mask the smell of life's inevitability. Also, my wife will be sleeping on the couch. The smell in the room is so bad it makes her retch.
By the Flying Spaghetti Monster's holy noddle, it f_cking stinks in there.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
I Think The Future Is Gonna Be OK
My daughter plays with my wife's Nintendo DS, that makes me happy; however, she plays "Hello Kitty" on it, and that makes me ... well ... not-so-much.
My daughter likes to watch Beakman's World and even enjoyed an episode of Mythbusters with me -- this makes me hopeful that she won't be burdened by gender stereotypes. Then she asks to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Care Bears -- and this makes me worried. But, to be fair, she also likes She-Ra and cheers when Buttercup beats the tar out of Mojo-Jojo. I wonder if she'd like Kim Possible ...
She likes The Black Cauldron, The Dark Crystal, The Last Unicorn and The Secret of NIMH. She also likes Snow White, Elmo, some Crystal Kingdom Dora movie, and Rock-a-Doodle-Do. All-in-all, that balance of substance and fluff seems OK to me.
She listens to Gotye and Carly Ray Jepsen. She also loves Yakko's World and the theme song from Darkwing Duck. I once caught her singing Turn Me On (feat. Nikki Minaj) while she was taking a bath. This has made me declare radio in the car as off-limits.
She steals my polyhedron dice, my Ravenloft figurines, and my Monsters Manual ... to have a tea party.
I swear she has more books than the library of Alexandria. She reads Dr. Seuss, Aesop's fables, Grimm fairly tales, and anything else she can get her grubby, little mitts on. She even has her own books on my pull list at the local comic shop. I find nothing wrong with this.
She eats salmon and green peppers as well as hot dogs and french fries. God help you if she doesn't get dessert.
She cries at the end of school if she can't hug her friends good-bye. She cries during The Muppets when they don't meet their telethon goal. She cries when it's time to get in the tub, and she cries when it's time to get out of the tub. Yet, she'll trip over her own feet, faceplant on a hard laminate floor, and then pop right back up like nothing happened.
I hope someday we'll build a desktop trebuchet together. I hope she owns me in a game of free-for-all deathmatch or asks me to run her through her first dungeon. I hope she'll read things by Neil Gaiman and Gail Simone, Ray Bradbury and Anita Blake, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Bronte. I REALLY hope she stays away from Reddit - at least until college - and finds social networking to be valuable, but not invaluable.
But really, more than anything else in this world, I hope she gets her own damn computer so she can get the hell off of mine and let me play Guild Wars 2.
My daughter likes to watch Beakman's World and even enjoyed an episode of Mythbusters with me -- this makes me hopeful that she won't be burdened by gender stereotypes. Then she asks to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Care Bears -- and this makes me worried. But, to be fair, she also likes She-Ra and cheers when Buttercup beats the tar out of Mojo-Jojo. I wonder if she'd like Kim Possible ...
She likes The Black Cauldron, The Dark Crystal, The Last Unicorn and The Secret of NIMH. She also likes Snow White, Elmo, some Crystal Kingdom Dora movie, and Rock-a-Doodle-Do. All-in-all, that balance of substance and fluff seems OK to me.
She listens to Gotye and Carly Ray Jepsen. She also loves Yakko's World and the theme song from Darkwing Duck. I once caught her singing Turn Me On (feat. Nikki Minaj) while she was taking a bath. This has made me declare radio in the car as off-limits.
She steals my polyhedron dice, my Ravenloft figurines, and my Monsters Manual ... to have a tea party.
I swear she has more books than the library of Alexandria. She reads Dr. Seuss, Aesop's fables, Grimm fairly tales, and anything else she can get her grubby, little mitts on. She even has her own books on my pull list at the local comic shop. I find nothing wrong with this.
She eats salmon and green peppers as well as hot dogs and french fries. God help you if she doesn't get dessert.
She cries at the end of school if she can't hug her friends good-bye. She cries during The Muppets when they don't meet their telethon goal. She cries when it's time to get in the tub, and she cries when it's time to get out of the tub. Yet, she'll trip over her own feet, faceplant on a hard laminate floor, and then pop right back up like nothing happened.
I hope someday we'll build a desktop trebuchet together. I hope she owns me in a game of free-for-all deathmatch or asks me to run her through her first dungeon. I hope she'll read things by Neil Gaiman and Gail Simone, Ray Bradbury and Anita Blake, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Bronte. I REALLY hope she stays away from Reddit - at least until college - and finds social networking to be valuable, but not invaluable.
But really, more than anything else in this world, I hope she gets her own damn computer so she can get the hell off of mine and let me play Guild Wars 2.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
An Informed Voter
[WARNING!! Politics incoming]
I understand that you have to be intelligent to graduate from Juilliard. After all, talent can only get you so far. However, Juilliard does not have a political science program and as such, the political opinions of their graduates should not heavily impact my voting decisions. To allow them to do so would be foolish on my part.However, I also understand that the intellectuals that DO have the credentials to back up their opinions are by-and-large not so famous. Their voices tend to go unheard by the majority of the populous due to the simple problem of signal-to-noise ratio. IMHO, this imbalance between visibility and legitimacy is a major issue in today's politics.
(Additionally, there's the added question of what criteria gets defined as a legitimate credential, but that's another post for another time.)
As such, I propose that those who have the public's eye and ear should NOT promote any specific political candidates directly. Instead, they should advocate for the political brainiac of their choice that is capable of presenting a solid argument, with corroborating evidence, of why a specific candidate should be chosen to accomplish a defined agenda. Then, let's get these politico wunderkind together to debate the game theory that ultimately drives those legislative actions so that there can be actual intelligent discourse regarding our government and its inner workings.
Now that's Must See TV©.
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