It’s after two in the morning, I’m tired and ready to go to bed, and I find that my bed’s full of catgirls.
Look, they’re so floofy and cuddly and peaceful and adorable.
There’s really only one thing for it. CANNONBALL!… Read more
Video games are a pretty big deal in our house. Even though I’ve liquidated large chunks of my formerly sizeable collection, I still think it’s a bigger deal that I’ve been a writer for various video game publications and web sites, sometimes even on a paid basis, and even when I’ve been a stay-at-home dad, the PDF DVDs have brought in the bacon. My interest in this particular field of entertainment has helped the family out quite a bit. (I’m hoping that my equally-obsessive interest in other things can have a similar effect, but we’ll talk about the June release date for VWORP!1 another time.) Video games have also inspired my son to keep striving to learn how to read, because all of the little on-screen descriptions in Super Mario World aren’t going to read themselves. Video games are a force for good in this family.
But just how important are they? … Read more
The Three Who Rule… will now take a catnap.… Read more
Opened my eyes, and what did I see? Portia and Maria kitties nappin’ with me.
A glimpse of our new carpet-less reality.
I laid my bathrobe on the coffee table for some reason that I forget (probably something to do with taking naps on that couch since it’s under a window that allows a lovely breeze into the house), and that table (and the robe) have now become a favorite vacation destination for the fearsome five. The only cat I haven’t seen take up temporary residence on the robe/table is Puck, but he’s a black cat, and it’s a black robe, so it’s possible that he was there, unseen, like a little furry ninja. A slightly fat little furry ninja.
We won’t be able to put in flooring for a while, and I need to duct tape the edges of the entryway tile and the kitchen/dining room tile so they don’t get chipped, but so far… I’m loving sweeping instead of vacuuming. It ain’t pretty, but it’s a hell of a lot cleaner, even if all of my decorating ideas (painting parking spaces for each cat, painting aircraft carrier stripes leading to the rest of the house) have been shot down.… Read more
We now go live to the Green family weather center, where Olivia is monitoring the situation closely…
Another great moment in Facebook history.
I preserve the ones that really amuse me, just in case at some point I decide to cut ties with Facebook over their maddening privacy policies.… Read more
Home improvements (maybe), landing strips, weather warning software, and a king-sized dose of music to make up for being gone for two months. Fair warning, this installment is nearly two hours long.
Listen here:
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Right-click here and “save as” to save to your hard drive or MP3 player; leave feedback in the forums.… Read more
^^ This. Also, advance to approximately 41:55 on the clip below:
(Sorry about the Warner Bros. spamminess; to my amazement I couldn’t find the scene in question anywhere on Youtube. To me it’s one of the most memorable moments in the entire series.)
Sadly, looking through the comments on the Youtube/Neil deGrasse Tyson video, it quickly becomes apparent why the dream is dead: we’ve become far too invested in shouting at eat other instead of finding common ground. Everyone seems far too interested in finding reasons to be pissed off, and not interested enough in lifting their eyes to the horizon. Everyone’s too busy reacting to think for themselves, dream, and act on that.
That, more than anything, will be the doom of this country, if not the entire world. Will it matter which ideology is prevalent if we destroy ourselves, or if the next passing asteroid does it for us? Whatever supreme being you may believe in, remember that he or she supplied you with a brain to fill much of that large round thing above your shoulders. Surely there’s a better use for it than bickering or devising ways to “do the other side in.”… Read more
Just for giggles, using this article about determining your pets’ age, I decided to do a quick “critter census” of our herd of pets. (If indeed such a label can be applied to our four-legged overlords.) Here’s what I came up with:
Xena is approximately 64 years old in dog years. No wonder she’s delegated guard dog duties to Gabby, who is now a rambunctious teenager: she’s getting ready to retire.
Olivia and Oberon are both running up on 40. No wonder they hang out with me so much these days. Puck is 28, and he’s still nuts – Pucknuts, that is. That helps him to keep up with Portia and Maria, who are both teenagers.
Pour in a four-year-old human on top of all these four-legged teenagers, and now you know why I’m going grey.… Read more
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