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Saturday, April 30, 2005


Occaisionally, when bored, I like to go Blog-hopping. It's like surfing the web, but stupider. Since I hop from one blog to another, at random, I end up on many inane blogs written by 14 year old Japanese girls who love pink text on lavender backgrounds and java infected cursors that make you sea-sick. Sometimes, though, you find pretty cool sites. My Linkzards even link to one or two.
You can try blog-hopping yourself, just click on the little button on the top right of my page that looks like:


Sometimes you find these really weird sites that must have been randomly genereated to get hits from searches. I don't know if they're trying to gain business for another web site or pull business away from sites. But they're pretty strange:


If you look carefully, you can see many references to online casinos. I've never followed their internal links, but I suspect I'd find myself on one of those notorious money-draining sites.

Try some blog-hopping yourself. It's sorta like hitting Google's "I'm Feeling Lucky" button.


Monday, April 25, 2005

As promised: 

My father's memorial picnic, Sunday, went very well. Mom served some Passover food, like gefilte fish and macaroons. I was the "Master of Ceremonies" introducing people and reading a few things off of the program my sister had put together. Many of us took turns saying nice things about Dad.
After the ceremony my brother-in-law Rich and I had a cell-phone camera duel:


So I won't call it a somber occasion. We celebrated Dad's life, rather than sit around and moan about him beiong gone...

Earlier, I promised that I'd publish the little speech I'd written for the picnic. And I try not to break my promises, so... here goes:

All of you know that Dad was an Engineer. A Chemical Engineer. But Dad had many other professions, as well.

Did you know that, at one time or another, Dad dabbled in each of the following occupations? He was a

Sports Manager
Scout Leader
Behavior Modification Specialist
Middle and High School Band Martyr
Computer Sharing Pioneer College Scholarship CFO
Career Advisor
Appliance Repairman
Stereoscopic Convention Companion
Great Encourager.
Yes, Dad encouraged me to do all of those things I was too lazy to really want to do, even when I thought I wanted to do them.
“I wanna play baseball.”
“I wanna learn Judo.”
“I wanna be a boy scout.”

Of course I never wanted to be a mechanic or a plumber or a chemical engineer, and those were the things that really fired up Dad. Too bad he didn’t want to sit with me and play Scrabble or read the comic book I’d read so we could discuss it.
He’d lay out a blueprint drawing of a battery and tell me everything I never wanted to know about “-odes”: electrodes, diodes, biodes and triodes.

In some ways I really wish I could have been more like him. It would be nice not to have to call out a plumber every time the sink gets stopped up... or worse.
We really had so little in common. Dad didn’t take me to ball games because he loved to watch little kids swing bats. He wasn’t much for camping, either. Not all that long ago, Mom confessed that Dad would wait until I was asleep in my tent and then sneak home to sleep in his own cushy bed only to return to the campout before dawn.

He may have done it his own way, but he did it. He was there for me when I wanted to learn Judo so I could gain the confidence to fight back when I was picked on, at school.

He was there for me when my car broke down... ...wherever it broke down.

He was there for me when I needed a ride home from work because I couldn’t turn my head more than a half an inch left or right.

He went to San Antonio with me because he realized that my interest in 3D photography was true and not some passing phase. And Dad was always interested in photography, too.

Now that I think of it, once, I did change out some light switches and electrical sockets, so I suppose some of that technical stuff wore off on me.

I was recently the Cub Master for Marc’s scout pack. We went camping and my back was really killing me. I would have loved to go home and sleep in my own bed, but Marc and I shared a tent. So I couldn’t have gotten away with it.

A while back, I tiled our bathroom sink counter.

I also put shelves up in our hallway closet.

Aww heck... maybe we weren’t so different after all.

Dad... I really do miss you. You see... Marc and I have been working on his science project and I can’t quite figure out how to use your micrometer.


Friday, April 22, 2005

People Think I'm Crazy... 

But I must be perfectly normal.

THIS GUY is nuts!


Thursday, April 21, 2005


I've got none of it. I'd love to say all I'd love to say, but I'm due back on the floor to run a machine that opens up about 10,000 pieces of mail per hour. Been berry berry busy.
I'm also going back to University of Phoenix for that one blasted class I need to get that $#^%&ing Bachelor's Degree. Five weeks of excellerated learning Hell.
Not to mention Dad's Memorial, Sunday, and I'm seeing Dave Attell Saturday night and somewhere in there I have to help Marc finish his Field Trip Scrap Book.

Shoot me now.


Wednesday, April 13, 2005

For Boggle Lovers Everywhere 

Here's a challenging Boggle puzzle. If you don't know how to play, read on. If you do know how... skip to the puzzle.
Look at the puzzle, below. Pick a letter to start with and continue to any letter touching it. Keep going from letter to letter until you find a word. Write down as many words as you can find, this way. Note that you may not use the same letter twice in one word.
In the puzzle, below, you can make the words LAG and LUG and MADE, but not FEAR. The "F" does not touch the "E" (and the "A" doesn't touch the "R"). Nor can you make the word MUM, since you can't use the "M" twice in one word. Good Luck.


Different people use different point systems. I use what the local newspaper uses:
3 letter words are worth 1 point.
4 letters = 2 points
5 letters = 3 points
6 letters = 4 points
7 letters = 6 points
8 letters = 10 points
9 or more = 15 points

Comment with your scores!


A really cool and addictive website 

20Q is just like a game of 20 Questions, except it's a computer trying to guess what you're thinking. If you try to be honest with your answers, it's surprisingly good at guessing. It guessed coffee, opal, PDA, and it even scolded me for trying to get it to guess penis. I was able to confuse it a few times, but it gets smarter as it plays... and it's been playing thousands of games a day for many years!
Try it. It's a blast!


Sunday, April 10, 2005

A little bit of this & a little bit of that... 

We're going to have a (mostly) family get-together to honor my father, who passed away in March. My mother has asked me to speak at the gathering and act as the person who would run the procedings. I can't help but think of this as a request to be the M.C. of some program...
"What a wonderful poem that Harold's granddaughter has read! Don, tell the young lady what she's won!"
Then of course, I had to write something for me to read. Sure, I could read the things that the rest of my family has been putting together for this memorial picnic, but everyone knows I can write a little, so I thought it was sorta expected that I would have my own speech. A eulogy.
But it's kinda hard to think of things to write about my dad. For the most part, we were opposites. Dad loved to spend time under a car or a sink. I like to watch Cartoon Network on my comfy chair. Dad wanted me to understand the complexities of the experiments he'd perform at work. I wanted to play Scrabble.
I've written the "speech" and I think it's honest and loving. But now I feel like the Corporate Course Designer that knows he isn't going to get a chance to pilot the class before he has to roll it out. And I'm the Instructor, too. I guess I'm a bit more nervous than I normally would be if the same thing happened at The Big A.
This is personal.
Wish me luck. If all goes well, I'll post the speech here on my blog.

We wanted to take the kids out for a nice meal, last night. We had a gift certificate for Bonefish Grill, but they had an hour wait.
So we drove into Fort Lauderdale to see if we could get a table at The Melting Pot, which just opened in a new location. They informed us that their next opening was at 9:00 PM. We declined, but they were nice enough to give us a $10.00 Gift Certificate for our next visit (Sunday through Thursday).
So we went to our old stand-by Thai restaurant, Suko Thai. We sat in the back near the bathrooms and this little cut-out in the wall. It wasn't deep enough for books or large statuary. So they painted it black and rubbed some silver leaf all over it. They added a few vases with silk roses and, for some strange reason, a couple of small figurines of butt-naked asian babies. They look like the Oriental version of a couple of tacky figurines Terrible T likes to keep in our bathroom.
Cute. Tacky is Universal.

Our Bathroom Baby

Suko Thai's Version


Friday, April 08, 2005

Where's Chuck? 

Man, I've been real busy at work teaching people how to open envelopes. When not working, I'm helping marc with his Field Trip scrap book and his science fair project, Flimsy Bones.
Don't ask, Don't ask.
I'm still hoping to get a copy of Dreamweaver, soon, so I can make a web site and put a whole bunch of shit on a web page for all to see.
Probably a mistake, but I don't make nearly enough of them...


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