Friday, February 23, 2007

It was a pleasure to burn...

In an attempt to allay my previously mentioned blues, we had a little get-together at our place to burn our Christmas tree. It has been sitting out in the back-yard since I turfed it out the french doors just before New-Years. It had been a nice enough day out, but was beginning to cool quickly with the sun down several hours.

Leora and Anwyn had a fantastic time (which translated into adult lingo is something like "really loud and irritating") as they tossed hand fulls of loose snow crystals onto the myriad sparks which erupted from the (no longer) evergreen boughs. It was a smokey, aromatic and uplifting event.
And what can I say? It was very orange.

The previous weekend, we went with Wendy to Regina for a technology meeting, of which she was part. While there, we naturally visited the Saskatchewan Science Center. The bubbles are always the most enduringly popular item (for me and them). Once again, I am greatful for my digital camera. I took about 50 shots in the bubble zone to get two or three that I was happy with.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I don't usually

rip on to my blog just to post the raving comments of the illustrator of my favorite comic. I guess there is always a first time for everything.

The blog entry in full, taken from Penny Arcade: (in case you try to read this and it has moved off the front page) Oh, and by the way, it is not "family" appropriate, unless you need to teach your children about the more terrible of vices...

Here we go again
Mon, February 19 2007 - 07:00 PM
by: Gabe

You might have seen this story on CNN about the teens that murdered a homeless guy and then equated it to the sort of thrill one might get from a “violent video game”. There will be plenty of articles focusing on these kids and their crime. I’d like to take a second and talk about the parents of these teenagers instead. It is the job of a parent to teach their children certain rules. Obviously the rules themselves and the emphasis each family places on them will vary, but there are certain universal constants that these parents obviously failed to pass on.

Things the parents of these kids failed to teach them(in order of their severity):

1. Don’t drink until you’re 21.

Now this is a tough one. The 15 year old boys have admitted they were sharing beers with the homeless man. This is a difficult rule to enforce with many kids and that’s why I’ve listed first.

2. Don’t do drugs.

In addition to their beers these lads told investigators they had just finished rolling some phat doobie blunts, or whatever it is they do these days. This is an important one but also very difficult to enforce. I’d say it’s a notch above drinking but we’re still dealing with pretty common teenager issues.

3. Don’t murder people.

Ah here’s a big one. I wonder, did the parents simply avoid the “don’t murder people” talk the way other parents might avoid the “sex” talk? Maybe one day as the father was running off to work the mother called behind him,” Don’t forget, you promised to talk to Chris about not murdering people today!” The husband already half way out the door would holler back “Yeah yeah, I’ll do it when I get home tonight.”

4. Don’t take shit out of your butt and rub it on the hobo you just killed.

To me this seems like the easiest lesson of all. My son is only two and already he’s coming to understand that “poops” belong in the potty. How did this kid get to the age of fifteen years old without learning this? Here’s how easy this one is:

Hey son, come here real quick.

Yeah Dad?

Don’t take shit out of your butt.

Sure thing Dad.

Done! How hard was that? What kind of crazy fuck takes poop from his butt and rubs it on someone? I’ll tell you right now I’ve never seen that in Grand Theft Auto. These kids were twelve kinds of nuts and that’s a fact. Their parents either made them nuts or weren’t paying attention while they went nuts on their own. I don’t know which scenario is worse.

-Gabe out

Thursday, February 15, 2007

February, my cruelest month

T.S. Eliot said it was April,( but I have to disagree. February sucks. I think that means a lot coming from me. I'm generally a pretty positive guy. I can't stand the lack of sunshine and warmth. It's only saving grace is that it eventually gives way to March. Questing has always had a strong tone of renewal for me. Really that just means "Woo-hoo, winter is outta here. Let's climb some shit!"

Even though I am nowhere near finishing my grandiose project from last year, I am really pumped about this questing season. As always, I am looking forward to a little surprise event if things proceed according to my design.

Feb has received a little boost this year in it's otherwise dreary fortunes. I got word, a couple of days ago, that on May 28th I shall be attending the opening date for the reunion tour of The Police. I had heard about the tour and was unsurprised that it appeared to be passing Saskatchewan by. I wistfully allowed my initial joy to be replace with resignation when I was presented with a ticket and accommodations/airfare funding, courtesy Ms. Orange. As you should all know, I am filled with far too much excitement and anticipation to really be placed here in words. I won't try, but I wanted you to know about it.