November 2008
Taking the 5 yr old out trick or treating. She’s made me dress up. Scariest costume I could think of: I am MS Windows ME.
Heard from oldest daughter in college. She and her roommate are going to a halloween party as Trosky & Frida Kahlo. Man, do I miss her.
Done. http://tinyurl.com/5ozkxq Now I have a free pass to complain for the next couple years.
October 2008
Heading out to vote early for Obama. Scanning the skies for Sarah Palin with rifle leaning out of helicopter. Just in case.
Wife: So how was that interview you did? Me: I don’t even know. I may have babbled incoherently. Wife: Of course. She knows me so well.
I’m sorry Johnson & Johnson, but “Unwaxed, unflavored dental floss”? That’s just twine on a spool, masquerading as a torture device.
In case you aren’t following them already, I’d look into these gems: @superfantastic @thedayhascome @gordonshumway @hoosiergirl and @awryone
Having done my good deed for the day, I’ll now go back to my normal schtick of endlessly reloading 538.com and casual cruelty toward my kids
Despite her love of The Alan Parsons Project, it’s obvious my wife has a civilizing influence: She’s away and the kids & I are turning feral
I’ve got it. The GOP is losing so badly this year because Rovian tactics were deprecated as a feature in the last rev. GOP=<blink> tag
Sitting in an auditorium watching the 14 yr old in his ballroom dance performance. There’s a funny tweet in there, but even I can’t make it.
When being interviewed by @echuckles for msnbc.com, apparently it *is* bad form to ask for a lock of Keith Olbermann’s hair.
14 yr old son is helping fold clothes: “Man, bras and their clasp thingies are hard to figure out.” The tragedy of “like father, like son.”
FOR THE RECORD: I am *totally* proficient in the “one-handed” bra removal technique. Mostly. If the lights are on. And she helps.
One for the nerds: “Thou shalt have no other gods before me.” Seems to me that could be construed that He is quite pro-DRM, doesn’t it?
“Thou shalt have no other gods before me.” Sounds like we’ve found the Original attention whore.
Why I am the way I am: http://is.gd/53mj Warning! Personal blog post. Yes, I quite understand the irony of leaving comments open on that one
Changed my twitter background to reflect how I feel, even though I am neither gay nor a Californian. http://twitter.com/zuhl
Today is the day I will overcome my writer’s block. I will write. And stuff. Do writing. Write good, like. … Oh, holy crap, I am eating it.
“Green friendly” client is having us FedEx one brochure to a zillion different locations. We’ll be clubbing baby seals next week, apparently
Had nice people over for dinner. Tragically, the story of my doing “jazz hands” in the car to a song on the radio is now out in the open.
Another Pro Parenting Tip™: I’ve learned that jumping out of the shower in a “Scream” mask while the 5 yr old pees isn’t “ha-ha funny.”
“Hi! I’m a 517MB 32pg InDesign file. I’m going to do very nasty things of a sexual nature to you all day. Suit up, pal.”
If Obama loses the election, as an act of protest, I’m shaving my beard and mailing it to McCain. WHO IS WITH ME?
Awesome that about 14 people have DM’ed or responded by offering to shave and send “other” hair from their bodies. Well played, twitter.
Typed up the 14 yr old’s geography paper for him this morning. Added some “flourish.” Europe is now a part of the US. Canada is all beaches.
Finally figured out how to get the 5 yr old up in the morning: “If you don’t get up, all the princesses will get ugly and die.”
$150K on Palin’s clothes, but after hearing her talk about the role of the VP, they should have picked her up a copy of the Constitution.
The critical question that should have been asked during the Presidential debates: Senator, who do you believe shot first, Han or Greedo?
Selected fotos from our Oregon trip: http://is.gd/4uMq OR is purty; I’m not a great photographer. And, I take photos of buildings with type.
My daughter this morning: “This is the SLEEP ZONE. You are not sleeping. You should leave.”
Consensus of the car seems to be that it’s taking so long to get home because I “drive like a freaking granny.”
We went to Portland. We went to Powell’s. I died. The end.
After reuniting with us at her dorm, our oldest daughter let us know, “I have read SO MANY comic books since I started college.”
As we crossed into Oregon, they issued each of us Birkenstocks at the border. Hippies, FTW!
On the road in central Idaho. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. On the way to nowhere-er.”
We have left to go see oldest daughter in OR. Have informed the kids that the first one to say, “are we there yet?” gets left on the road.
