Water Under the Bridge

With a Vengeance Yeah I know. No real reason why I have not posted other than I figured out Twitter is for 18 - 45 year old males who are trying to keep their roll going. I have a lot of half baked material and by consensus I was asked to detail my bright idea of engaging my two nephews as secret agents. It was simple idea that grew complex. Since I am not parent I have the advantage of acting like one when the mood strikes. So I can then have a good, great, or not good experience and universally apply this the term of parenthood. I have been told by my friends who are parents that this gives the impression I talk out of my ass. They’re right. Previously I have mentioned my two nephews. Currently they are both on suspension from their covert operations career. Suspension runs out on October 31, 2009. They are 12 and 10 years old. The idea was simple. Create a well executed covert operation (secret mission – more on secrecy later) for my nephews when they were in town to try t...

My Old School Dad who is wound like a Titleist 90 compression tour ball with a compound cover goes to another level when piloting his car. He flat out goes into a rage it is amazing. He just loses it. Okay, some observations: he is much more prone to rage when driving an American made automobile like the Pontiac Grand AM (yes the one from the Dad's back is out post). His newest car a four or eight year old Audi A4 (the choice of 14 year old figure skaters, hootchies and budget conscientious Italian men) does seem to relax him a bit. Here is my theory on the car manufacturer to rage ratio. The Pontiac Grand AM most likely has either a chemical that leaches from the real imitation naugahyde seats, dash and console or schmegma from the faux velour seats that rattles his brain's rationalization center. The result in effect opens up the NC17 portion of his subconscious and converts its contents to language before transmitting it out of his mouth as traffic events happen. Sort of a...

Not sure about you but if this cacophony of noise about a crisis, meltdown, flood, tsunami, dire straits, teetering on the brink, collapse, all natural, depression era, unprecedented, global, massive scope, foreclosurization, all time high, all time low, wall street to main street, pals with terrorists, dangerous, precipice, liberal, erratic, tax and spend crap about real estate investment instruments, politics, world markets what the American people are really feeling doesn't subside, I am going to unplug. Since my social circle is not Main Street, it is more of an Avenue off Main street with really nice homes and a lot of type A folks who worry more about earnings announcements then the rest of the world, I am beginning to hear a steady stream of exhaustion creeping into conversations. Now keep in mind these are people who can work 60 hours a week, talk intelligently about red wine, afford to have their yard maintained, micro-manage their kids, eat Zoloft as a food supplement, an...

Really old school. In fact he defines the last great generation of people who suffered in silence, SSRI inhibitor free, and aspirin is for whimps generation. Drug a kid in school to get him to pay attention? He will have none of that. Sit them down, tie them to the chair (alas no duct tape in his youth). He is proud, hard working and is a lifelong Republican because "those liberals will ruin the country." He says a friend who knows a key operative in the party has proof in the form of photos that Hillary is a lesbian. He also thinks Bill Clinton has super powers that make women take off their clothes which is damnable. So he hates him. However this year he says he will vote for Obama because GWB has "redefined the worst parts of our party and the next generation will suffer." We will see, my take is he will say one thing and do another (vote the party line). As the baby boomer generation gets up there in years our parents begin to slide into what I call the medical...

This is the second time. Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice I am a pathetic loser like Harry in D&D. Now I am not one of the silicon valley intellectual, financial, and cultural elite. How do I know this? Because they stopped calling me back. Yup moved on to the next level and here I sit in the baby pool awash with other people’s… Apologies that one got away from me. That is another post entirely. So here I sit looking for the following items because Canon will graciously: “…(might) may be able to resubmit your request for processing if you are able to provide copies of your submission information. If you have retained a copy of your disclaimer page in lieu of the UPC, you may fax them to the number at the end of this email, or mail them to us at: Mailing address: Canada: Customer Service Department PO Box 979 Fonthill, ON L0S 1E0 USA: Customer Service Department PO Box 52901 Phoenix, AZ 85072 If you wish, you can also send your documents via email as a...

Most of my posts come from a bike ride or a hike. For some reason when I am moving my brain is moving. Typically the physical activity I am doing is predominately linear the brain activity is definitely non-linear. So here are some thoughts, posers and observations of the miasmic soup of thoughts in my head, while I was moving. Has anyone other than the banks and the Nashville Predators done business with a guy named Boots? Seriously if there ever was a red flag for a business transaction it is a nickname like T-Bone, Buddy, Captain, Duke, Skip, or The Piston. In the interest of continuing to paint with a broad brush does anyone remember guys in college with a nickname as hopped up, genetic party animals with ample asset backing from the parents? Nicknames are signposts ergo “Bridge Out Ahead”. Barack. It is a sorry state in this country when the Republican Party watches its own political discussion devolve into fear mongering. In the valley of silicon our workforce is American born an...

Published with all of its original haste and mistakes and it is true. Some background: bombing is when our dog repeatedly dives into our neighbors pool to get his training dummy a large cylindrical tennis ball-like object. My dog is named Elvis and I am not a big Elvis fan: Subject: Squirrel Drama So.... On Saturday afternoon I took Elvis over for some bombing. The usual, he goes in, comes out and repeat. On one of the tosses I notice movement below the fig tree by the SE comer of the deck. And not like the wind is blowing, the tree and surrounding fauna are all moving. So employing my best Steve Irwin I quickly crouched down and said, " Crickey , this looks like the urban tree squirrel and she's a beauty!" Initially I thought there was a raccoon and I grabbed Elvis because he would lose that engagement. But he was bumper focused and did not see the movement. When I let him go and tossed the bumper into the pool I peeked around the deck to the base of the fig tree like ...