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Planet Indy 2007

I’m at GenCon. While I’m there, my wife sees my niece at a family party back in Chicago. She’s four (my niece), and she still gets a little confused when we tell her things.

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The best milk dunking combination

Is a glass that is neither too tall nor too deep, together with a cookie that can be both completely submerged without getting stuck at the bottom.

Hence, I must appropriate the proper permissions to conduct the following experiment:

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Socializing is expensive

You pay to socialize with people. You pay for the food, for the transportation, for the medical bills…

But when I socialize with my coworkers, I’m beginning to think that you don’t just pay, but you pay real money.

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No storylines?

Today I’m trying to get my PS2 to boot when my wife calls.

What are you doing, she asks.

Trying to play, I say.

Are you lying on the floor pathetically resetting that thing for hours and hours?

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Do they take after their mother, or their father?

We’re at the Children’s Museum playing with…ok it’s all a blur. We’re playing with random pretend crap for kids (and when I say crap, I mean cool stuff). My niece and nephew are fake grocery shopping in a kid’s town, fake delivering mail, fake creating a plumbing system under a fake house.

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It’s August

For me, August is nice because, well, my birthday falls in August. And birthdays mean presents, attention, and forgiveable amounts of gluttony. Wait, I get these all year round? So how is August different?

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I have to watch a guy film

My wife and I rent movies through Netflix. We set a list of movies up in a queue, and they’re mailed out to the house one at a time as we return movies we watch.

I have to set it up to see The Big Lebowski, a guy film that I’ve never seen before.

Why?

Because of Under the Tuscan Sun. Because of death.

Oh, why haven’t I ever seen it before? That movie that’s like a rite of passage for guys?

That, I’ll get to later.

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