With work possibly ramping back up next week, I'm both grateful and fearful of what that means. Happy that i'll be racking up some overtime again, so Disneyland is returning back to sights as our financial padding gets a little cosier, but I know that the more I work, the more my personality and charm, what little of it, dissipates along with the fatigue and momentum of the work week. But it should only be temporary, which is a good thing. After that it might stay busy but the emphasis to push as many units out should slow down.
I've been doing a little more of Killzone, and rather enjoying myself here and there. Whatever it is, this game manages to balance a little more out, so that the emphasis is as much teamwork as well as personal improvement. Its a little like golf, except guns and grenades are in place of clubs and balls. I just achieved my medic badge, which I'm a little fond of. I'm the sort that prefers to aid than to destroy, but mostly because I'm better at the former.
I'm getting pretty pysched about the filmracing deal. Though no actors have been finalized, I do have a handful, maybe about 10 people who want to do it. So that's encouraging. Now I just have to figure out what to do with them all.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Rambly McRamshackle
There's a lot to talk about, but the concept of structured prose is escaping me currently, so I'm just going to spill rhymes like a sick poet, yo.
Right.
So, B and M came down to spend the day but since the icy conditions impeded their way home yesterday, they stayed the night and got their Rock Band on. Is always nice to see them, and Kieran is one happy little baby, smiling at everyone who glances his way. The kids no doubt had fun too, staying up late and partaking in recreational drugs.
B and I went to watch Watchmen yesterday, and I got exactly what I wanted to see, a live action version of the comic. Actually, I never did read the comic, just the animated version that probably skips a lot of details. The film skips even more, but its a vivid recreation as far as I can tell. I'm also fairly impressed with the action, though the skinny dude who plays Adrian has the kind of face you'd rather see on the side of a milk carton than on a movie screen. But Patrick Wilson, the guy who plays Rorshack, and the guy who plays the Comedian are good. I don't know how to perceive it as a film though, kinda wish I went into it completely fresh and see how the film would've worked without prior knowledge of plot or characters. But still, glad I got to see it.
Well, did put up some notices on craigslist on acquiring talent for the 12 hour film fest, and the response has been better than expected. About 10 acting interests so far. I don't really know what I'm planning to do quite yet, whether to be selective of my cast or simply cast everyone and have a giant esemble piece. Who knows. I think the awesome side effect is that I meet these people and I can use them for later projects. I guess I'm a little versatile that way, I can write things that fit people, rather than have it the other way round. I suppose I'm playing up to people strengths in a weird way, instead of challenging them to step outside themselves. But I got another week to go to review these "auditions", then I'll have to come up with something.
Had no idea today was daylight savings. Kinda lost an hour. Sigh.
Right.
So, B and M came down to spend the day but since the icy conditions impeded their way home yesterday, they stayed the night and got their Rock Band on. Is always nice to see them, and Kieran is one happy little baby, smiling at everyone who glances his way. The kids no doubt had fun too, staying up late and partaking in recreational drugs.
B and I went to watch Watchmen yesterday, and I got exactly what I wanted to see, a live action version of the comic. Actually, I never did read the comic, just the animated version that probably skips a lot of details. The film skips even more, but its a vivid recreation as far as I can tell. I'm also fairly impressed with the action, though the skinny dude who plays Adrian has the kind of face you'd rather see on the side of a milk carton than on a movie screen. But Patrick Wilson, the guy who plays Rorshack, and the guy who plays the Comedian are good. I don't know how to perceive it as a film though, kinda wish I went into it completely fresh and see how the film would've worked without prior knowledge of plot or characters. But still, glad I got to see it.
Well, did put up some notices on craigslist on acquiring talent for the 12 hour film fest, and the response has been better than expected. About 10 acting interests so far. I don't really know what I'm planning to do quite yet, whether to be selective of my cast or simply cast everyone and have a giant esemble piece. Who knows. I think the awesome side effect is that I meet these people and I can use them for later projects. I guess I'm a little versatile that way, I can write things that fit people, rather than have it the other way round. I suppose I'm playing up to people strengths in a weird way, instead of challenging them to step outside themselves. But I got another week to go to review these "auditions", then I'll have to come up with something.
Had no idea today was daylight savings. Kinda lost an hour. Sigh.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Picked up "Killzone 2" for the PS3 at Best Buy today, and they were selling generic 42 inch Plasma TVs for 600 bucks. We were this close to getting it but my conscience, who I sometimes call my wife, decided we should probably wait till the next holiday season, which I didn't mind since I'm really on the fence either way.
Having a relatively relaxing weekend. In between watching Blu Ray, fragging on Killzone, and having too much sleep, not much going on. The night before I did dream about sleeping too much, sorta like a movie within a movie type experience. Which might explain why yesterday I had a tremendous headache, because my brain was fooled into thinking that I slept for much longer, like the ballpark of 15 hours.
This morning I popped in Ratchet and Clank and didn't realize that I was only two levels away from finishing the game. So after almost a year, I finally finished the game. Its a good series though. Now I just got the other games to finish. I really gotta stop acquiring new titles.
Wife and I were talking yesterday about Alex and how hard its been lately. There were a couple of incidents in the past week whereby he openly defied my wife and I by pulling away from us even though we told him he couldn't do something. I guess in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't amount to much but we just feel like we've never been those parents that encouraged that type of behavior. We thought we usually curbed it fast enough to not be an issue. Perhaps its just a matter of contrast as well, in that Zoe is always wanting our company, always wanting to socialize and please whereas Alex is just concerned about what he wants, when he can have it, and we are just obstacles in his quest. We were even talking about how we have to be careful about what we say so that we don't get him worked up. For instance, if we see a plane in the air, we have to think: If we point it, will he be able to see it before it gets out of view? If he doesn't see it, he will obsess about it incessantly, whining about how he really wanted to see it. Just yesterday, we left the hair salon and my wife opened the door and Alex said, "I want to open it!" Even when my wife said, I already opened it, he pulled away from her and pushed the door further. It just confounds me a little that he is so aggressive about his impulses.
Anyhow. Feeling a little bloated from Dim Sum. Time to tackle bills now.
Having a relatively relaxing weekend. In between watching Blu Ray, fragging on Killzone, and having too much sleep, not much going on. The night before I did dream about sleeping too much, sorta like a movie within a movie type experience. Which might explain why yesterday I had a tremendous headache, because my brain was fooled into thinking that I slept for much longer, like the ballpark of 15 hours.
This morning I popped in Ratchet and Clank and didn't realize that I was only two levels away from finishing the game. So after almost a year, I finally finished the game. Its a good series though. Now I just got the other games to finish. I really gotta stop acquiring new titles.
Wife and I were talking yesterday about Alex and how hard its been lately. There were a couple of incidents in the past week whereby he openly defied my wife and I by pulling away from us even though we told him he couldn't do something. I guess in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't amount to much but we just feel like we've never been those parents that encouraged that type of behavior. We thought we usually curbed it fast enough to not be an issue. Perhaps its just a matter of contrast as well, in that Zoe is always wanting our company, always wanting to socialize and please whereas Alex is just concerned about what he wants, when he can have it, and we are just obstacles in his quest. We were even talking about how we have to be careful about what we say so that we don't get him worked up. For instance, if we see a plane in the air, we have to think: If we point it, will he be able to see it before it gets out of view? If he doesn't see it, he will obsess about it incessantly, whining about how he really wanted to see it. Just yesterday, we left the hair salon and my wife opened the door and Alex said, "I want to open it!" Even when my wife said, I already opened it, he pulled away from her and pushed the door further. It just confounds me a little that he is so aggressive about his impulses.
Anyhow. Feeling a little bloated from Dim Sum. Time to tackle bills now.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Meet David.
See that man in the photograph? The Fat American?
No, not that Fat American, the other Fat American, the one pacifying his hunger with a corndog.
You don't know him, but his name is David.
Actually, it's Charlie. His name was David, before he changed it after his divorce in an attempt to reinvent himself. He also shaved his head but if he had known that half of it would never grow back, he might have resorted to something less drastic. Like buying a new hat.
This is the 9,669th photo ever taken of him, and because the primary subject of your photo is of you and your lovely family, posing in front of the inflatable cow at the fair, I'm not sure if that counts. He's a collateral artifact of your otherwise well composed photograph, but I suppose you get what you get when you ask strangers to take snapshots for you.
He'll have 1,339 more photos taken of him, before he ironically falls to his demise due to a corndog, much like the one's he's finishing in the picture. But set your natural assumption aside, because it's not the all-beef, lightly breaded foodstuff that kills him. A sizable chunk does lodge in his airway, but it's the sharp blow from a bystander that sends him tumbling headfirst into the sidewalk that ends him. His brain will bleed internally from the impact, and he never gets a glimpse of the Former Special Forces retiree who does him in.
"It's just instincts," the man explains to the cops. "I figured a sharp chop to the neck would send the food sailing out of his maw." He skirts prosecution because of the Good Samaritian law, but would sometimes break down into tears when he gets a visual trigger. His grandson's fifth birthday will be commerated by Grandpa frantically snatching corndogs out of little hands, pitching the barely eaten joy-on-a-sticks into the pond, and then some heavy heaving in between sobs. Children and Koi will not be amused.
Five minutes and 33 seconds before David was immortalized in your photo, his moral core was tested. While entering the bathroom stall, he spotted a wallet sitting on the dispenser. He swung the door open, looked to see if there was anyone was searching for something, then closed the door behind him. He opened the wallet, sifted through receipts and found 4 $20 bills and a handful of singles. He found a driver's license and studied the face on the photograph. Seems to be doing okay financially. Glancing at the toilet, the decision came easily. He had no problems taking from a man with that face and doesn't flush. He exits the stall, deposits the wallet into a trash receptacle, and heads toward the bathroom at the opposite side of the fair.
But first, he thought while fanning through the bills in his hand, a corndog.
No, not that Fat American, the other Fat American, the one pacifying his hunger with a corndog.
You don't know him, but his name is David.
Actually, it's Charlie. His name was David, before he changed it after his divorce in an attempt to reinvent himself. He also shaved his head but if he had known that half of it would never grow back, he might have resorted to something less drastic. Like buying a new hat.
This is the 9,669th photo ever taken of him, and because the primary subject of your photo is of you and your lovely family, posing in front of the inflatable cow at the fair, I'm not sure if that counts. He's a collateral artifact of your otherwise well composed photograph, but I suppose you get what you get when you ask strangers to take snapshots for you.
He'll have 1,339 more photos taken of him, before he ironically falls to his demise due to a corndog, much like the one's he's finishing in the picture. But set your natural assumption aside, because it's not the all-beef, lightly breaded foodstuff that kills him. A sizable chunk does lodge in his airway, but it's the sharp blow from a bystander that sends him tumbling headfirst into the sidewalk that ends him. His brain will bleed internally from the impact, and he never gets a glimpse of the Former Special Forces retiree who does him in.
"It's just instincts," the man explains to the cops. "I figured a sharp chop to the neck would send the food sailing out of his maw." He skirts prosecution because of the Good Samaritian law, but would sometimes break down into tears when he gets a visual trigger. His grandson's fifth birthday will be commerated by Grandpa frantically snatching corndogs out of little hands, pitching the barely eaten joy-on-a-sticks into the pond, and then some heavy heaving in between sobs. Children and Koi will not be amused.
Five minutes and 33 seconds before David was immortalized in your photo, his moral core was tested. While entering the bathroom stall, he spotted a wallet sitting on the dispenser. He swung the door open, looked to see if there was anyone was searching for something, then closed the door behind him. He opened the wallet, sifted through receipts and found 4 $20 bills and a handful of singles. He found a driver's license and studied the face on the photograph. Seems to be doing okay financially. Glancing at the toilet, the decision came easily. He had no problems taking from a man with that face and doesn't flush. He exits the stall, deposits the wallet into a trash receptacle, and heads toward the bathroom at the opposite side of the fair.
But first, he thought while fanning through the bills in his hand, a corndog.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Funk.
I'm in it. Hope I will have a better, more productive week next week. Feel like I'm not maintain or making any connections. Sigh.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Valentines
Two quick observations at the dinner table. Alex asked me if people kept growing, if we all ended up like giants. I told him we capped out at around 18, and we get older, but not taller. Just fatter.
The kids looked at each other. Then burst out laughing. Alex then stuck out his tummy to pretend to be a fat boy while Zoe pointed and laughed.
--
So Alex finished his dinner and wanted some Valentine chocolates, and Zoe said, "You finished your dinner fast! You're like a squirrel!"
--
This morning after breakfast, the kids wanted some of the chocolate that they had given each other. Zoe has a hollow chocolate dog and Alex has a chocolate fish, which was alright I suppose. But then Alex requested the head of the fish, and Zoe wanted the dog's nose, so my wife snapped the head off the fish, then took a butterknife and proceeded to stab at the dog's face, chipping his nose off for Zoe to consume. Now there's a slightly disgruntled snoutless pooch on the table staring at me, plotting my demise.
--
So following the extensive incriminatory playlist from Rock Band that I posted, I had actually purchased some new music before my wife's unspoken comment about how I should quit buying new music for a while. Never heard them before, but I decided to preview them on the Music Store, and they sounded pretty good. Just caught my attention. So I bought the 3 pack and now I'm a fan of The Fratellis. And because I care, here's are the videos of the songs I bought.
And the Third Video isn't embeddable, but here's the link.
Awfully fun to play as well, just haven't sung or played bass. Drums are fun on those...
---
We've been going through a rough patch with Alex lately, and it's not easy to really describe because we don't honestly think that he's misbehaving to get attention, or he has ill intentions, but he just always manages to get himself into some kind of disagreement with us. One day it will be arguing with us when we tell him to do something, or not listening to instructions, or sometimes he would just do something so inexplicable that we just don't know what to do with him. So we're constantly having to balance ourselves between being sensitive to his needs, but also not letting him get away with everything. If we were too sensitive to his needs, we risk enforcing and enabling his behavior, which means that he'll stay developmentally behind, doing things that he should've grown out of a while ago. If we are too harsh, we risk alienating him, making him feel inferior and unimportant. So this balancing act is now a constant with us. Making him feel included but giving him room, being firm on his behavior with compassion. This parenting gig is tough, man. The kids have been hinting at a dog and I can't even fit that into my life. There's a guy a couple years older than me at work with 5 kids, one on the way, and I just think he's flipping nuts. I can barely handle two with an imaginary pet.
--
So part of their Valentine's gift was a promise from Christmas to get them Build-A-Bear creatures, and we just so happen to make it to the mall yesterday when I remembered. So we went in, and 60 some freaking dollars later, we have Stella in a stunning pink evening gown, and George in some casual cargo pants with a T-Shirt. The kids have been as attached to their new friends as the boxes they came in, and they seem to really form an attachment to them because they were created right in front of them. At least that's what us parents want to believe to keep from losing our poop for spending all that money on stuffed animals. Well, there's a first and last time for everything.
--
So listening to Smodcast, and being an avid surfer of the internet, I know a lot of things because I'm twisted like that. So I was talking to my wife in the car and it went like this:
Wife: So did you guys use to do Valentine cards in your school when you were young?
Me: I was at an all boys Christian school. I don't think that was something they wanted to promote.
Later...
Me: So I said to Dansen, the premature guy would be the King of the circle jerk because he would never have to eat the cookie and for once, he would feel good about himself...
Wife: So did you use to play that?
Me: What? No! What the @#$!%$@...
And then I went on for minutes talking about football, Jessica Alba's ass, and cars. Then I clubbed a seal to death with my bare hands and then fornicated with with the carcass. Manly, manly stuff.
Except I think the seal was a female.
Hmmm.
The kids looked at each other. Then burst out laughing. Alex then stuck out his tummy to pretend to be a fat boy while Zoe pointed and laughed.
--
So Alex finished his dinner and wanted some Valentine chocolates, and Zoe said, "You finished your dinner fast! You're like a squirrel!"
--
This morning after breakfast, the kids wanted some of the chocolate that they had given each other. Zoe has a hollow chocolate dog and Alex has a chocolate fish, which was alright I suppose. But then Alex requested the head of the fish, and Zoe wanted the dog's nose, so my wife snapped the head off the fish, then took a butterknife and proceeded to stab at the dog's face, chipping his nose off for Zoe to consume. Now there's a slightly disgruntled snoutless pooch on the table staring at me, plotting my demise.
--
So following the extensive incriminatory playlist from Rock Band that I posted, I had actually purchased some new music before my wife's unspoken comment about how I should quit buying new music for a while. Never heard them before, but I decided to preview them on the Music Store, and they sounded pretty good. Just caught my attention. So I bought the 3 pack and now I'm a fan of The Fratellis. And because I care, here's are the videos of the songs I bought.
And the Third Video isn't embeddable, but here's the link.
Awfully fun to play as well, just haven't sung or played bass. Drums are fun on those...
---
We've been going through a rough patch with Alex lately, and it's not easy to really describe because we don't honestly think that he's misbehaving to get attention, or he has ill intentions, but he just always manages to get himself into some kind of disagreement with us. One day it will be arguing with us when we tell him to do something, or not listening to instructions, or sometimes he would just do something so inexplicable that we just don't know what to do with him. So we're constantly having to balance ourselves between being sensitive to his needs, but also not letting him get away with everything. If we were too sensitive to his needs, we risk enforcing and enabling his behavior, which means that he'll stay developmentally behind, doing things that he should've grown out of a while ago. If we are too harsh, we risk alienating him, making him feel inferior and unimportant. So this balancing act is now a constant with us. Making him feel included but giving him room, being firm on his behavior with compassion. This parenting gig is tough, man. The kids have been hinting at a dog and I can't even fit that into my life. There's a guy a couple years older than me at work with 5 kids, one on the way, and I just think he's flipping nuts. I can barely handle two with an imaginary pet.
--
So part of their Valentine's gift was a promise from Christmas to get them Build-A-Bear creatures, and we just so happen to make it to the mall yesterday when I remembered. So we went in, and 60 some freaking dollars later, we have Stella in a stunning pink evening gown, and George in some casual cargo pants with a T-Shirt. The kids have been as attached to their new friends as the boxes they came in, and they seem to really form an attachment to them because they were created right in front of them. At least that's what us parents want to believe to keep from losing our poop for spending all that money on stuffed animals. Well, there's a first and last time for everything.
--
So listening to Smodcast, and being an avid surfer of the internet, I know a lot of things because I'm twisted like that. So I was talking to my wife in the car and it went like this:
Wife: So did you guys use to do Valentine cards in your school when you were young?
Me: I was at an all boys Christian school. I don't think that was something they wanted to promote.
Later...
Me: So I said to Dansen, the premature guy would be the King of the circle jerk because he would never have to eat the cookie and for once, he would feel good about himself...
Wife: So did you use to play that?
Me: What? No! What the @#$!%$@...
And then I went on for minutes talking about football, Jessica Alba's ass, and cars. Then I clubbed a seal to death with my bare hands and then fornicated with with the carcass. Manly, manly stuff.
Except I think the seal was a female.
Hmmm.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Random Listing of Property
Because no one asked in particular, here's a list of my downloaded Rock Band Songs.
Amazing Journey
Ashes to Fire
Baba O'Riley
Bounce
Burn You Down
Can't Stand Losing You
Casey Jones
Charlene (I'm Right Behind You)
Chiron
Crazy Tuesday
Creepin' Up the Backstairs
Database Corrupted
Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
Die, All Right!
Dune Buggy
Excuse Me Mr.
Feather Pluckn
Flathead
Get It On
Gimme Three Steps
Give It to Me
Going Mobile
Good Times Roll
Headphones On
Henrietta
Hey Baby
Hitch A Ride
I Wanna Be Your Man
I'm Gone, I'm Going
I.V.
If I Ain't Got You
Just What I Needed
Ladybug
Leaving Here
Like a Fool
Limelight
Living' at the Corner of Dude & Catastrophe
Magnetic Baby
Message In A Bottle
More Than A Feeling
My Best Friend's Girl
My Sharona
No Regrets
Peace of Mind
Prequel to the Sequel
Promised Land
Roam
Rock and Roll Band
Rock Rebellion
Roxanne
Smokin'
Something About You
Sons and Daughters
Space Cowboy
Spiderwebs
Sprode
Still Alive
Sugar Magnolia
Sunday Morning
Synchronicity II
Take the Money and Run
The Feeling
The Joker
The Perfect Drug
The Time is Wrong
Truckin'
Truth Hits Everybody
Uncle John's Band
Who Are You
Wonderwall
Young
71 downloaded songs, with 55 songs from Rock Band and 84 songs from Rock Band 2... 210 songs total. I think my wife just made me feel guilty for buying 50 songs... Um, yeah.
Amazing Journey
Ashes to Fire
Baba O'Riley
Bounce
Burn You Down
Can't Stand Losing You
Casey Jones
Charlene (I'm Right Behind You)
Chiron
Crazy Tuesday
Creepin' Up the Backstairs
Database Corrupted
Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
Die, All Right!
Dune Buggy
Excuse Me Mr.
Feather Pluckn
Flathead
Get It On
Gimme Three Steps
Give It to Me
Going Mobile
Good Times Roll
Headphones On
Henrietta
Hey Baby
Hitch A Ride
I Wanna Be Your Man
I'm Gone, I'm Going
I.V.
If I Ain't Got You
Just What I Needed
Ladybug
Leaving Here
Like a Fool
Limelight
Living' at the Corner of Dude & Catastrophe
Magnetic Baby
Message In A Bottle
More Than A Feeling
My Best Friend's Girl
My Sharona
No Regrets
Peace of Mind
Prequel to the Sequel
Promised Land
Roam
Rock and Roll Band
Rock Rebellion
Roxanne
Smokin'
Something About You
Sons and Daughters
Space Cowboy
Spiderwebs
Sprode
Still Alive
Sugar Magnolia
Sunday Morning
Synchronicity II
Take the Money and Run
The Feeling
The Joker
The Perfect Drug
The Time is Wrong
Truckin'
Truth Hits Everybody
Uncle John's Band
Who Are You
Wonderwall
Young
71 downloaded songs, with 55 songs from Rock Band and 84 songs from Rock Band 2... 210 songs total. I think my wife just made me feel guilty for buying 50 songs... Um, yeah.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Dreading the return to work tomorrow, but at the same time it'll be a nice distraction. Sometimes being at home is an exercise in self control, because I can't really do what I'd like to be doing, namely playing bloody first person shooters, watching any assortment of movies, and sleeping countless hours irregularly. Instead I have to regulate everything so that my kids don't grow up to be such a passive consumer like myself, and in a way, its probably better for me if I don't constantly flood myself with media.
The kids would look at me for entertainment, asking me what to do, if they can play video games and such. So I render myself duller than normal, bringing out a magazine and just planting myself in the living room. So now I'm around, not doing anything interesting or fun, and the kids turn to each other for entertainment instead. Then I remember that I have a phone and I can be a chatty blogger, and so here we are.
Took Mom to Ranch 99, the Asian supermarket in Kent that always smell a little off, but always is packed with people. Today was no exception, with more people than usual. While my mom shops, the kids and us usually just stall by the arcades and quarter vending machines, so we bought about 2 dollars in crap, half of which is already broken. But the kids are contend, then we go to a Japanese restaurant and I fix me up some udon and California rolls. Life is pretty good but the mango smoothy was the tops.
I wonder now what my mom used to do or think about when I was a kid. Was she busy with her life while just keeping a watch for me or waiting for me to go to bed so she could do whatever she really wanted to do? I guess a big hurdle for me is I can't render myself too oblivious and I tend to read too much of a situation. I think about how to be a better Dad much more often than what a good Dad I've been. Same goes with how good a son I've been, what I've been doing with my life, how my career is stacking up... I do too many self assessments. Detrimental more than constructive too. Damn, I wish work was swamped so at the end of each day, I would feel an enormous sense of accomplishment instead of this feeling of perpetual waiting. Waiting for orders, waiting to move up and to do something more productive, waiting for things to happen.
Well, there's always some sign that needs replacing at work.
The kids would look at me for entertainment, asking me what to do, if they can play video games and such. So I render myself duller than normal, bringing out a magazine and just planting myself in the living room. So now I'm around, not doing anything interesting or fun, and the kids turn to each other for entertainment instead. Then I remember that I have a phone and I can be a chatty blogger, and so here we are.
Took Mom to Ranch 99, the Asian supermarket in Kent that always smell a little off, but always is packed with people. Today was no exception, with more people than usual. While my mom shops, the kids and us usually just stall by the arcades and quarter vending machines, so we bought about 2 dollars in crap, half of which is already broken. But the kids are contend, then we go to a Japanese restaurant and I fix me up some udon and California rolls. Life is pretty good but the mango smoothy was the tops.
I wonder now what my mom used to do or think about when I was a kid. Was she busy with her life while just keeping a watch for me or waiting for me to go to bed so she could do whatever she really wanted to do? I guess a big hurdle for me is I can't render myself too oblivious and I tend to read too much of a situation. I think about how to be a better Dad much more often than what a good Dad I've been. Same goes with how good a son I've been, what I've been doing with my life, how my career is stacking up... I do too many self assessments. Detrimental more than constructive too. Damn, I wish work was swamped so at the end of each day, I would feel an enormous sense of accomplishment instead of this feeling of perpetual waiting. Waiting for orders, waiting to move up and to do something more productive, waiting for things to happen.
Well, there's always some sign that needs replacing at work.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Work this week has been a testament to my sanity, there's absolutely nothing to do but we have to look busy, especially for our much esteemed visitors from the Federal government. So this weekend has a welcome change whereby I'm intentionally doing nothing.
And nothing it has been, we are trying not to go out too much because our budget is being monitored, but at the same time I've never been a big fan of going out just to get out.
Right now we are watching Inspector Gadget on Roku, and I really should stay away from this series because I used to be real big on the cartoon, especially the theme song. Used to sing the darn thing like it was my birthday song. Now in perspective, its actually a sweet little show because they got Gadget for his gadgets and comedy, but Penny's an awesome role model for the girls because she's always taking care of business, even though she does delegate a lot of the stunts and labor to Brain, her male dog.
Other than that, I managed to hook up with Kenneth in Singapore to get some gaming in, and now that I've basically pressured him into the Rock Band universe, the music has taken over and he is now losing hours of his day to the game, very much like me. He does have a social life to offset that though, so he's more normal than I am. I'm contend to stay home and chill.
I wonder if the kids notice the quality difference in the cartoons? Inspector Gadget versus something like Mickey Mouse clubhouse, which is all CG and shiny big budgeted educational material. They don't seem to mind I think, plus cartoons of yesterday always have a tinge of wrongness to it. Something smoking, carrying a gun, or making a joke at the end of an episode that no one finds funny.
Well, shows ending and my wit's drying up faster than...
And nothing it has been, we are trying not to go out too much because our budget is being monitored, but at the same time I've never been a big fan of going out just to get out.
Right now we are watching Inspector Gadget on Roku, and I really should stay away from this series because I used to be real big on the cartoon, especially the theme song. Used to sing the darn thing like it was my birthday song. Now in perspective, its actually a sweet little show because they got Gadget for his gadgets and comedy, but Penny's an awesome role model for the girls because she's always taking care of business, even though she does delegate a lot of the stunts and labor to Brain, her male dog.
Other than that, I managed to hook up with Kenneth in Singapore to get some gaming in, and now that I've basically pressured him into the Rock Band universe, the music has taken over and he is now losing hours of his day to the game, very much like me. He does have a social life to offset that though, so he's more normal than I am. I'm contend to stay home and chill.
I wonder if the kids notice the quality difference in the cartoons? Inspector Gadget versus something like Mickey Mouse clubhouse, which is all CG and shiny big budgeted educational material. They don't seem to mind I think, plus cartoons of yesterday always have a tinge of wrongness to it. Something smoking, carrying a gun, or making a joke at the end of an episode that no one finds funny.
Well, shows ending and my wit's drying up faster than...
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