Jingle Bells…

If you’re not ready for Christmas… why not?  The stores are already starting to prepare.  Get ready for the slow building of holiday music as you shop, get ready for the discount Christmas cards to be out ready for you to pick up.  Get ready for the school children to swing by our door and ask you to help them raze funds for a school camp, class projects, or to pay for facial tissues because the schoolz no longer provide those.  Get ready for long(er) lines at the stores.  And most of all, get ready to pass around the Fruit Cake.

Although it is rumored that some readers of this blog like fruit cake.  And so now I pass on the challenge to my sister: make a fruitcake that isn’t nasty.

My Nority

This is a highly opinionated, highly controversial post with satire, philosophy and predictions all built in.  Read with discernment.  If you don’t know what discernment is… don’t read this, please.
It turns out that being white, and being on Sesame Street no longer go together.  When I watch television (with oh, so much regularity) the last thing on my mind is race or color unless the script/actor/marketer makes it a part of the show.  For example, having Snoop Dogg do something automatically plays the race card because he’s been ‘pimping’ hard gangsta life for so long.  But when you put Denzel Washington doing something, or Samuel L. Jackson doing something I don’t automatically switch to racial profiler mode.  Nor do I freak out when I see Asians, Latinos or Jews doing something.  Unfortunately on Sesame Street they’re so concerned for “minorities” to be represented that they’ve made non-minorities the minority*.

What this does is breed the problem.  It is part of the postmodern America that we are becoming.  Postmodernism says that I can’t understand you, and you can’t understand me, because we’re different.  Different people can’t relate.  However, it also says that I should strive to understand you, as long as I understand that I won’t fully understand you.  So I get mixed messages, mixed cultures, and mixed chex, but I can’t understand any of them.  Which is OK, because I’m pretty sure that you can’t understand me either.

At least we’ll all be ignorant, confused, and in the dark ages together.  This time we won’t be under the religion of Rome, we’ll be under the religion of the universities, the government propoganda and the media.  What’s ironic is that in a couple hundred years people could say, “The second dark ages were caused by ignorant people who were tribalistic.  Ironically it was started by a group of people trying to end tribalism.”  But then the students will all be bigotted towards the New Yorkers or the Los Angelinos or the Denverites.  Or worse yet, Texas will have finished its conquest over North America and we’ll all be Texans changing our ‘All.’

And the children will watch Sesame Street and learn about Co-operation in a bar where more than one redneck has a weapon.
* I find the term minority to be offensive because it puts an emphasis on people that is unfair.  Instead of being a person, the person is a sub-classified person.  While that makes sense for a sensus or demographic marketing research for racial profiling in a capitalistic environment, it really, really ticks me off that we have to focus on this stuff over and over again.

Sniped

Jessica just got sniped on eBay. For those of you who don’t know what that means it means this: She’s really ticked off because just one minute before the auction was supposed to end someone else bid more than her and ‘won.’ Sniped means that I’m going to have to endure a woman scorned and I had nothing to do with the scorning. Sniped means that she’s going to go out and pay suggested retail on something out of anger. Sniped means… that eBay is not going to be her friend 🙂

Bad Parenting Choice #3,456,789

This morning Abby came into my office and said, “Dad, I wish you hadn’t had that last beer. I really love beer.” Which is a little tough to swollow given that she has never had beer. But she has had Root Beer. Which is not the same. She just doesn’t know it. The place where I should have piped in, “Sweetheart, beer and root beer are not the same thing.” was instead replied to by me giving her a hug and telling her that she can’t have beer. Which is close, but didn’t differentiate enough. This is where I should probably start fearing for her that she’ll become and alcoholic by the time she’s 5, but I’m not going to because cute children never do anything wrong.

With or Without U2

If you like U2, and I know you do, then you may have some thoughts on this.*  I just listened to the Coverville episode that was a U2 cover story.  Some of the covers are good, but the last one really grabbed me the most [When Love Came to Town featuring Herby Hancock, Joss Stone and Johnny Lang].  Anyway, I found that almost all of the covers lacked the passion that Bono puts into the vocal parts.  When you get accustomed to certain sounds, songs or bands some covers really come up short.  But this got me to thinking – I know, I try not to think too much, but I had to this morning.

When U2 eventually stops making music (I’m referring to death, not the reunion tours, the senior home tours and the depends sponsored tours that the Rolling Stones have done) more bands will do covers and the next generation of fans will be born.  Bands will do U2 covers to new listeners, those listeners will then get turned onto the original band and it will be a new sound, even though it may be decades old.  Or, because they don’t know the original song will they later not like the U2 version?

In the end I think what will impact people most is the fact that Bono looks like he’s Robin William’s brother.

Bono & Robin Williams

*I also know you like rice cakes with butter and salt on them.  Yup, I know my readers really, really well.

Things I’ve Learned: Making It Up Won’t Get You Anywhere

My cousin Norm had a neighbor Jimmy.  One time my cousin came over to our house with Jimmy and they declaired that they knew everything that could be known (and they weren’t even teenagers!).  So my brother and I set about to stump them.  It didn’t take long before we were asking questions about how certain things happened and they would dissertate and pontificate about how things went down.  Lies.  All lies.  More lies than a politican on trial.  More lies than I had heard from one stream of consciousness ever.  But it was entertaining.

The obvious stupidity of Norm & Jimmy’s truthiness made an important statement: it is better to say that you don’t know than to lie your way out of anything.  Confessing that I don’t know anything about why worms are tasty treats to fish is much better than coming up with stories involving schools of fish being taught to eat the worms… really.

Look out for Outlook

I have been using outlook at the request of client.  What a pain in the rear-end.  Its like a pretend mail client.  It is like driving an SUV in an Indy race.  Sure, its a larger engine in size and weight, but the body also is heavy, the performance is weak and the thing is going to be
lapped by every car on the track within minutes.  By every car I mean every other client including the web based client I work on for the client that requested I use Outlook, Thunderbird and carrier pigeon.

Sleep, Its a Good Thing

Well, the Puppy has mellowed out now and is getting used to Jessica and I beling the Alpha Male and Female.  Last night she slept through most of it without issue.  At 2:00 AM I had to get up (we set an alarm) and take her out to go potty, which she didn’t do, but I let her try at least, then I went back to bed.  Not until the morning at six did I have to get up again.  It was like sleep, except that it had one interruption.  I don’t do well with interrupted sleep and every time we have a baby I have taken a week to get used to it.  After about that long I get used to disrupted sleep and my body learns to fall back to sleep rapidly.

It is nice to sleep without whimpering from the puppy in the background, though.  It makes it a more restful sleep and I don’t feel like some nasty person who is ignoring a baby dog.  Which in essence the whimpering is output for that sole purpose: “Whimper, yip, yip, whimper! [You are ignoring me, but I can yip longer than you can lay in bed trying to fall asleep]!”  It is like Bill Cosby talking about the children asking over and over because they know they’ll live longer than you 🙂

7 Things in 7 Days: Day 3

Laugh. If you don’t laugh it makes me uncomfortable. When I get nervous I start cracking jokes about anything in site. I could be at the proctologist’s office in the room getting ready for the exam and the used kleenex [please, Lord, let it be a kleenex] in the trash can would be the prefect prop for a story about that one time when so and so did such and such and we’d all laugh and everything would be OK.

I get on the phone with folks and we’ll have to discuss something serious and I can’t for the life of me keep a straight face I must tell a joke even if we’re discussing something like death, disease or a major world catastrophe. I am not trying to belittle the topic, I’m trying to cope. Sometimes when I write satire for this blog (or in an email) the purpose is to get people to think. But rather than come out and be brutally intense, I’ll make it an attempted piece of humor because I find it disarms people.

I probably am not as funny as I think I am, but I try. If everyone’s laughing, everyone must be OK.

Habanero Hands

Yesterday at lunch I picked a young habanero pepper with my bare hands.  I didn’t think anything of it because it was a quick pick followed by putting the pepper on a paper napkin and then a quick hand wash.  Evening time came and I cut the pepper up (again, bare handed) and roasted it on my grill after de-membraning it.  I cut the membrane out because I’m completely scared of a whole, raw habanero – I ate one once and then unate it hours later.   By the time dinner was over my hands started to itch in certain spots.  About 10:30, after having washed my hands probably 15 times throughout the evening I rubbed my eyes because I was getting tired.  Doh!

I can confirm that rubbing your eyes with chili oils on your hands is a bad choice.  I can also confirm that cutting up a lemon and immediately rubbing the acidic juices on the oil infested parts helps neutralize the base of the peppers.  This was chemistry 101 all over me 😉
I would recommend using rubber gloves for all intense peppers as well as when doing dental work.  The roasted habanero fruit was great on my bratworst with some sautéd onion and orange bell pepper.  It had some heat, but not what I was expecting.  The moral of the story is that Icy Hot has capsaicin in it.  Capsaicin is found in peppers… and peppers and Icy Hot should not be placed on sensitive parts of the body 🙂