Monday, April 30, 2007


Haiku, The First:

I am filled with rage
Should I throw the screw driver?
Yes, what could go wrong?

Haiku, The Second:

Armoir overflows
Games come crashing down on me
Stupid, small armoir!

Haiku, The Third:

What goes through the mind
of my little four year old?
Escorts and Geos.

Vogon Poetry

I gaze and slurp at the willowing smashy
palpitating undone, wandering, running
like a smoking figgly, not frothy or smoot.
Alone, it dashes up the spindly spine of roont.
Don't frondle my scattertooth, I say.
I willen haven hopen it stay.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007


After a 2 month break, I'm back on Dofus. It's this really cool little MMO I found. I say little because it's not like your typical Everquest II/World of Warcraft MMO. For starters, the graphics are 2D sprites, in an anime style. For seconds, the whole thing is in Flash. For thirds, the combat is turned based.

And yet, it's a really cool game. I like it because the aforementioned items keep most of the really super duper hard core MMO crazies away. Whats left are mostly casual players that enjoy playing an MMO, but don't necessarily want to team up with 39 other people for 12 hours at a time in order to get good loot. The largest group you'll ever need is 8 and most dungeons and critter hunts take no more than an hour or two... maybe 3 or 4, tops.

Add to that the fact that it's a French game, which means that there are people playing from all around the world. For the most part, this is a good thing. It's fun to meet people from all over. Every once and a while you'll have people speakin gibberish (IE some language other than English or German, for me) on the English servers, but not too much.

If you're interested, I'll post the link here. I'm on the Rosal server, one of the 3 English servers. In game, I'm Bahdunkadunk or Ghan-Buri-Ghan.


Beren: "I love you, Mom."
Heather: "I love you too, sweetie."
Beren: "I just really love you so much... I need to know... why did you and daddy get a Ford and a Geo?"
Heather: ... *boggle* ...

Monday, April 9, 2007

Hair Through The Ages

Thought it would be "interesting" to look at some of my hairstyles over the years.

As you can see, the beard comes and goes.

I like mid length to long hair.

"I'm your huckleberry." BTW, I only wore this for a week or two for fun. Sometimes when I shave my beard, I'll try out a funny one like this for a while because I can.

I'm pushing Taliban here. You can click on a picture to see it full size, BTW.

Geddy Lee. Well, I think he sports a soul patch now, but I'm close.

A little bit of snail wrestling.

Eric of Nazareth.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007


Yesterday I told Beren, in a rather stern voice, mind you, that I was out of patience with him. He jabbed his finger in desperation at me, like some sort of magic wand, and declared "You just got more!"

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Hurty Things

They hit our car.... again... for the 4th time. I have no proof of who done it. This is really getting old.

The passenger side front door hardly closes now. Weeeee! Now it's an adventure to ride over there.

Speaking of broken. Beren fell off a ladder at the play ground and broke his arm. As you can see in his... um... x-ray, this is what doctors and children alike refer to as 'hurty'.

At about 7:15 on Thursday night, we took him to the emergency room. They took a look and said "Yep, it's hurty. Only, we can't fix it. You need to go to the special hurty hospital that fixes hurty things."

I'm not sure why I'm surprised, seeing as how we hit no less than 3 hospitals when he was born. This is a pic of him after they put a splint on in the first hospital, then went home to not sleep for the night, then returned Friday afternoon to the special "we fix hurty things" hospital.

They had to put two pins in his arm, because of the type of break. It wasn't that the bone was shattered or anything, just that it's hard to keep this kind set without them.

This is his window. You can't ask for better than this. The ambulances come in, as you can see, right there. What you can't see, is that there is also a helo pad right there, about 10 yards to the left.

This is the limo ride out to the front door. I presume that is one of his nurses... or it could be some random lady with scrubs and stethoscope that wanders the children's ward of the hospital and poses for pictures with total strangers.

Our neighbors had a little treat for him when he got home. Look at that smile.

"Hey mom... my face is getting tired from this over the top smile... hurry up and take the picture!"