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pull up those blinds

Ahhh… pull up those blinds and let’s open some windows in here, it’s dark and stuffy. I’m gonna go check on the garden, see what’s growing and what’s not. Yeah, the lawn does look good… must be that fertilizing I gave it before we left – I’ll have to mow it again before the week’s out.

No, I’m not going into the sawmill – I’m gonna work from here instead, the flight getting in late would make it a waste to drive down there for two hours now.

See, doesn’t the breeze blowing through and the sunlight make this place feel better? It’s a gorgeous day outside, I think I’ll take Keaton for a walk later.

I’m gonna go grab the stuff out of the car and unpack a little, then I have to run up and get my new suit fitted. OK, love you too.

Home again. Had fun away.

Hello from back in California guys (and girls). Hope you all had good mom’s days, and that someone did something nice for you (providing you deserved it). As mentioned in my soliloquy above, it truly was a beautiful day we returned to here today – warm and sunny and slightly breezy. And I did end up taking Keaton for a walk around the block, she pushed her doll in her Keaton-sized stroller and picked flowers (which are really tall weeds gone to seed in peoples’ lawns) along the way.

Anyway, this house is familiar, and I like being here.

And yes, the picture that goes along with this post is Keaton watching the “Volcano Sisters” episode of The Backyardigans (her absolute favorite episode of her absolute favorite show, thanks Mike and Tricia) on Daddy’s iPod whilst flying home from Oregon. She looks so grown up with her little headphones on.

Thanks for hanging in there for another week friends. Stick around, maybe you’ll like it around here – I’m even gonna do another poll next week. Wheee!

Goodnight.

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learning… all the wrong things

Happy Tuesday morning folks, just one day closer to a change of venue for us as we’re headed up north to visit the grandparents (my folks) after work on Wednesday. I’m ready, if I haven’t mentioned that already. I love days when I can utilize my time to the fullest. Today, I came home for lunch and pre-edged the lawn for the mowing I knew I’d be doing after work. Not that it saves a whole heck a lot of time, but any little bit helps.

I’m gonna jump around a bunch today. Yeah, try to hold in your shock.

Today, Keaton demonstrated two new skills she’s picked up somewhere along the way. Both of them are pretty good, so I figured I’d write about them. First up, unlocking the front door. She’s been tall enough now for a while to reach the lock, but, until recently, she’s been a fairly cautious baby (I mean, she’s still on the cautious side, but she’s beginning to take a few more risks). Today, however, as I was out mowing the lawn, I made one pass, turned around, and there she was standing right in my line – smiling and waving silently thanks to the tunes in my noise-blocking earbuds. I looked around for Sharaun but she was nowhere to be found. So, I cut the mower, paused the iPod, and bent down to talk to her. Just then, Sharaun came from the front door shaking her head. “She can unlock it now,” she said. Awwww stank. Now she can come and go as she pleases, I suppose. For now, Sharaun actually put an ‘X’ of masking tape over the lock mechanism, and I assume will investigate a more sound, for-purchase, solution shortly.

Next, and this one is my personal favorite just for the ingenuity and craftiness it shows, her new “Mommy said yes” thing. Just today while I was home for lunch I caught her “swinging” from the gate we have to block off access to the kitchen (hanging like a monkey is a more accurate description). I told her, as I have before, “Keaton, we don’t swing on the gate.” To which she replied, “Mommy said it’s OK to swing, Daddy.” Confused, I asked Sharaun, “Did you tell her it’s OK to swing on the gate?” “No,” she replied, having not heard Keaton, “Why?” “She just said you did,” I replied. “Keaton did I tell you it was OK to swing on the gate?,” she asked. “No, it’s not OK,” replied Keaton. Busted; cold-busted. At the time, I wrote it off as a fluke, but then…

When Sharaun had to leave for a meeting and I was wrapping up my yardwork by putting away the edger, she brought Keaton out to the garage so I could watch her. While we were in the garage putting things away, she saw her new bike-trailer and said, “Can I go for a bike-ride Daddy?” “No, not right now baby, it’s getting late and Daddy has to take a shower.” “Oh,” she says, “Mommy says yeah.” Turning to look at her, I ask, “Mommy said it was OK for you to go on a bike-ride?” “Yeah, Mommy said it was OK.”

This kid, she’s already playing us. I love it. She must think she’s so slick. But, I’m onto her games. As a kid, I used to pride myself on techniques I used to “work” my folks (even though I’m realizing now they likely saw right through most of them), so she’s gonna have to work harder to pull one over on me! Sharaun, on the other hand, may be low-hanging fruit. We’ll see…

Well, folks, after much brain-wracking and flip-flopping on position, I think I’ve finally settled on a course of action, or, more accurately in this case, course of inaction, regarding the TV-upgrade situation. I’ve decided to put my purported minimalist ideals where my mouth is, so to speak, and delay indefinitely the purchase of a bigger, flatter, sexier and higher-definition television. Yup. I’m for real.

At the least I’ve decided that I won’t purchase a new TV at all until our old one gives up the ghost, and right now my intended course of action when that happens is to simply reevaluate the cost-efficiency of a newer model. Meaning, if there is no price-based reason not to chose a sweet, awesome, HDTV over another “regular” model – I’ll make the purchase. If we’re still talking thousands of dollars in premiums, I think I’ll continue to pass. (I could be wrong here though, those TVs are pretty flat and rectangular and sweet, after all.)

Yes, people will make fun of my small boxy television, I know this. But, for reasons I’ve laid out here on the blog recently, I honestly think this may be the best solution for our family right now. And, besides, it kinda makes me feel all snarky-good and “above” materialism (says the guy with two cars, five iPods, etc., etc.).

Before I go, wanted to do some link-sharing… check it out:

Similar to the fascination I’ve expressed several times here on this blog with the Edgewood Hospital website, I became enthralled this week when I discovered several websites and forums dedicated to the modern-day activity called “urbex,” or urban-exploration. Urban explorers are a group of folks who share a common love of exploration, armchair archeology, architecture and building design, and, often, photography – not to mention a healthy fear-fetish, it would seem.

Think about it, what guy can say he doesn’t get a little excited being somewhere he’s not supposed to be? I mean, looking at the back of the “Danger – No Admittance” sign from the “wrong end” is one of the central sources of entertainment for teenage males, why should we expect that to change as grow into respectable adults? We shouldn’t, and that’s why this whole “urbex” thing was so immediately attractive to me. I spent about an hour paging through this guy’s page, following his exploits into ghost towns, rundown factories, condemned mental facilities, and the like. I particularly like his trip into a forgotten Detroit police station, complete with mug shots, a stocked evidence room, and riot gear.

G’night people. Hope you’re as warm and comfy as I am.

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the pilot says

Hi internet. It’s Thursday, and the guys came over tonight for a dinner of grilled bratwurst and pizza rolls. I mean, what’s a group of guys to do when their better halves all gang up and go to some “chicks only” soirée? Anyway, it was a wild party… we watched the democratic debate. Yeah, we’re old as sin. Old as sin. Let’s get to writing.

I was searching my memory the other day, trying to figure out when I first flew on a plane as a kid. I guess it was when I was younger, as I know I went to Hawaii with my folks and grandfather before my brother was born – but I don’t think I did much air travel as a kid. I remember flying when we moved to Florida, but not much before that. Keaton, by comparison, should be some 100k Red Carpet frequent flier. I tried counting up the times she’s been airborne: Florida and back six or seven times, Oregon and back ten or eleven times, and then Hawaii and Mexico. That’s more than fifty hours of in-air time. Not bad for a newly-minted two year-old. I mean, the girl has a freakin’ passport, with stamps! I didn’t even have a passport until I was twenty five or something. She’s so global.

She’s familiar with the whole process too. When we pushed her stroller up to the security line at the airport in Mexico, she reached down, took off her Crocs, and handed them up to Sharaun (yes, the TSA is worried about bombs in toddler-sized Crocs). After boarding and taking our seats, she hopped over to Sharaun’s lap by the window to look outside because she said she wanted to “See a suitcases mommy!” as they were being loaded onto the plane. As the crew started the safety announcements over the loudspeakers, she said, “The pilot says I wear my seatbelt!” And, taxiing to the runway for takeoff, she leaned into me and said, “Might be loud, daddy?” “Yes, it’s gonna get loud for a minute,” I answered. She’s a pro, I swear. Man I love that little girl.

OK folks, it’s a pretty clean case for winner right now, but in the spirit of fairness here’s this week’s You Decide Friday poll one last time before I have to start writing. Poll closes around noon today, so, if you haven’t voted yet, act fast. Have at it:

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And, changing subjects to wrap things up: Tonight I decided to put to good use some of the free space on my humongous 160GB iPod. I downloaded HandBrake and ripped some of my favorite Andy Griffith episodes (from the complete seasons DVDs) to iPod-compliant videos. I figure this way I can watch some of my favorite shows while I travel. I mean, there’s so much room on this dang thing, and even though I’ve got right around 100GB of music on there (which is a disgusting amount, actually), there’s still room to spare. So, I plan to rip some of my favorite DVDs (I don’t have many, I’m just not a huge DVD fan) and get them loaded. Things like The Goonies, Lord of the Rings, Andy Griffith, The Simpsons, y’know, stuff like that. Should be a good use of the space, and may even prove useful in a boring situation someday.

Goodnight my friends.

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someone called me a writer

Happy Monday morning friends.

As you read this, I’m winging my way to South Carlolina via DC. A couple days there doing some sort of work-type stuff and I’m back home. Two days at work and then I hit the skies again, this time with family in-tow, for a weeklong vacation in Mexico. That said, that’ll likely be a pretty sparse week for blogging, so let’s enjoy this while we can.

Anyway, today (Sunday, as I write) was a good day. The girls all got together to do some winetasting, so I invited the abandoned guys over for a BBQ and some beer. I cooked up a ton of ribs, and we all ate to excess. Even the weather cooperated, for the most part.  And now, fresh from the shower where I tried, with some small success, to wash the stink of oak smoke off of my skin and out of my hair – I’m ready to start a blog.

Sometime Friday Keaton started showing signs of having a cold again: runny nose and coughing. By Saturday evening she was running a low fever and she was congested and having issues breathing. In fact, by later Saturday night her breathing had morphed into full-on wheezing, and was pretty shallow and fast. Sharaun called the doctor, and she said that, since we’ve been through something similar before, Keaton likely has an asthma-like reaction to some illnesses (I guess chestcolds or something). The last time she was breathing like this they actually gave her a breathing treatment at the pediatrician’s office. Anyway, she asked that we bring her in the next morning for another treatment, and so that they could give us a machine (called a nebulizer) of our own to continue the treatments at home.

For those not familiar, a nebulizer is basically a machine that vaporizes medicine in liquid form so that the user can inhale it directly. It’s used often to deliver the steroids that asthma sufferers use to get relief. In my youth, a good friend of Sharaun’s used nebulizer often for her asthma – and my buddies and I used to goof on her (in front of her, so it’s OK… right?) for it. I think it was the name that was hilarious to us, so futuristic sounding or something. We’d give her the Vulcan salute, and crack jokes about being on the bridge of starship or battling Klingons. Yeah, and now karma has turned it all around on me yet again. Anyway, the treatments really seem to help Keaton, and the doctor said it’s only temporary just to ensure we knock this cold out for good. Read ahead and you can even see a picture of babygirl “nebulizing.”

Changing subject… I upgraded to WordPress 2.5 over the weekend and everything seems to have come through OK for me (I’ve read of some folks having issues). So far, I like the new and improved backend overall, and I’ve reserved a special place in my will for the new image upload/link/align tool – which makes adding images to my posts so much easier. And, with the gallery capability being so integrated now, I don’t need to use the NexGen plugin anymore. Actually, I’m going to go ahead and try to do some 2.5 gallery beta-testing this week, by reviving an old sounds familiar weeklong gimmick from the past. I’m sure you are just dying to know which gimmick…. so…

Back in November of ought-four, I did a cool weeklong “thing” for the blog where I took pictures of what I did each day and posted them along with the entry. Ever since doing it I’ve told myself I needed to redo it, but I never have. So, in the spirit of doing all kindsa new kindsa stuff up in this camp, I’m gonna try it again this week. At our sawmill, we call this week “workweek fourteen,” which we abbreviate, all nerd-tastic, as WW14. So, this week will evermore be dubbed: In Pictures – WW14’08, or IPWW14’08 for… ummm… short. Anyway, one of the rules is imposed this time is that I’ll take only crappy images with my cellphone camera, partly since I’ll be traveling and won’t leave Sharaun without our “good” one, and partly also because I just always have it with me. No time like the present… so let start with Sunday in pictures:

Actually, as something of a postscript here, you may have noticed that those images are still in the old-gallery style (with the fancy popup browser). That’s because, try as I might, I couldn’t get WordPress’s built-in gallery to work how I wanted it to. I’ll keep working on it to try get it right, but for now, and so I can still do this week “In Pictures,” I’m sticking with what works. OK, that’s enough talk about WordPress. And, I think I’ve built up the daily-dose of pictures such that it’ll be hotly awaited each day (right?). And, wrapping up…

Before I go – I read this article with interest the other day, as it reminded me of something I’d written before here on the ol’ blog. I called it “Run 83,” but essentially it’s the same concept: Modern science pushes the limits of experimentation just a little too far and accidentally destroys everything. (A little self-promotion there, I suppose.)

In closing, the other day, someone called me a “writer.”

This someone is the kind of someone who knows me, knows I write here on this internet-website-online, and (I think) reads sounds familiar somewhat often. But, still. To hear someone call me a “writer,” a word used to describe an artist (good one, or not), was humbling.

That’s all. Goodnight.

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the fastidious princess


Hey, guys… hope the week’s been good to you so far. We’re about halfway through I figure, so that’s something… I figure.

You think it’s easy to write this much every day and still be so awesome? Well, it is. Sometimes I look back on the tons and tons of words on this webpage and kinda freak out: “Good Lord, when do I have time to do ‘real’ stuff with all that writing?” Eh, I seem to find plenty of time. Surprisingly, even to me, it’s not as time-consuming as it looks – I guess.

Oh, before we get started, I updated Keaton’s picture gallery late today with some images from her 2nd birthday party here at home (at the kids gym with all her buds), and a few from Easter. Go ahead and go check that out now, this thing’ll be here when you get back – take your time even. (Yeah, I know, I said I might have some video… but man… that’s a lot of work!)

Anyway back to the writing/blogging thing if I may, I’m happy to say that overall daily readership here at sounds familiar has experienced a measurable uptick for 2008. That makes me happy, and I’m always excited to find out about new readers and get new comments – keep ‘em coming. Also on the rise are the spam comments the site gets, although thanks to the near-perfect filtering of Akismet very few end up getting through. Seems like just yesterday (it wasn’t, it was back in September of 2006) when I was exclaiming about my Akismet spam-blocked count breaking the 100,000 barrier, and here we are this week hovering just under 200,000. Amazing.

And, last on the blogging run of topics: You guys and your poll-gaming. I should’ve never said how easy it was to fool the poll by deleting cookies. Early Tuesday morning someone up-voted the “pants off” voting option by about ten votes. Turns out, however, that with this new polling plugin, I can actually see who games the system – and by how many votes. So, if I wanted to, I could completely discount “artificial” voting. Don’t think I will, though, as it seems to me that if someone wants to go to the trouble, they must really want to read something. Anyway, the poll for this Friday is still open, and right now the triple-X topic is out in the lead. If you’d rather see things turn out differently, make sure you flex your muscle of democracy and make it happen. I’ll post the poll again Thursday, but for now if you haven’t voted just cruise down the page and do it.

Yesterday after work I decided to get into the garden and prep it for the Spring planting. First job was to pull all the wheat from my failed “know the cost of a loaf of bread” project. Turns out wheat, I guess like any grass really, has a pretty extensive root network – guess that’s why they plant the stuff as erosion control on hillsides, eh? – anyway, pulling it took some time, after which I backfilled with more fresh compost/peat/etc. Since Keaton got some super-awesome toddler-sized garden implements as gifts for her birthday last month, I brought her outside with me to help. At first, she wasn’t having it. Being the fastidious princess she is, when I hoisted her up into the garden box she just stood there, rooted in her spot, looking down at her shoes with the most concerned look on her face. “Don’t like it, Daddy!,” she’d whine. “You don’t like what, baby?,” Dad asked. “Don’t like the sand in my shoes! My shoes are dirty, Daddy…” I tried to explain to her that getting dirty is part of gardening, but she wasn’t having it.

After ten minutes or so spent standing statue-still fretting over the dirt in her shoes, I tried to accelerate things by piling soil around her feet, completely covering them like we were at the beach. At first she whined some more, but soon enough she pulled her feet out and asked me to take off her shoes. Once she was barefoot, she seemed a little better and started walking around. Soon enough she was throwing dirt at me, it was quite a rapid progression. At some point, we found a worm while turning up soil, and I had her hold out her hand so it could crawl on her. She called it a “silly worman,” which is apparently what they are called on The Backyardigans (so sayeth Sharaun), and seemed to enjoy herself as it wriggled up her arm. We found a cocoon too, the kind where the pointy butt-end is still sort of alive and spins around to corkscrew the thing into the Earth. She held that in her hand and watched it move, and even knew, after I told her what it was, that it was going to turn into a butterfly.

We had a good time, and the garden is now ready for some new stuff. We were planning on planting tonight, but I got home a little late from work and the wind was up so it was a bit chilly (it’s looking like the amazing weather we’ve been having the past week is about to take a turn for the worse with the forecast showing rain and wind the next couple days). Maybe tomorrow if the weather holds and it’s warm enough as the sun goes down, otherwise we’ll have to wait till the weekend or something.

Well folks, that’s enough for me tonight… sorry it’s all over the place. Goodnight.

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cleansweeping


A hodge-podge of a Tuesday to ya friends, glad you found some time to stop by. I won’t try and monopolize your attention for this entire entry, rather I’ll just do a bunch of unrelated paragraphs as I work to clean out the bits-and-pieces bin (you know, where I’ve scribbled stuff down that doesn’t really fit anywhere else.

Today I decided to play a little midday hooky from work, taking a longer-than-usual lunch so I could repair the shelf that fell down in the garage – just fell right off the wall. I’d like to blame it on my immense wealth, and the fact that I have so much money I’ve resorted to storing boxed of gold bricks on my garage shelves – the weight of which became too much for my little shelf and caused it to tear off the wall. Unfortunately it was less exciting than that, and I’m not hording gold bricks just yet (give me a few more years). So, I swung by the lag-screw store and picked up some parts, rehung the shelf and replaced all the stuff (mostly hiking gear and Christmas lights), all while I listened to Elvis’ classic 1956 Sun Records sessions (that’s a good additional detail for this story, right?). Anyway, after that Sharaun and Keaton and I had a picnic lunch in the backyard (the weather is unbelievably gorgeous in Northern California lately). We had turkey sandwiches and diet root beer on a blanket in the warm sun. All in all it was a two-and-a-half hour work-diversion, and was entirely worth it.

Changing subjects again… I must admit I was quite depressed this last Friday when I finally found out the details around Radiohead’s summer San Francisco appearance. After the announcement, lean on specifics, that they’d be co-headlining the new “Outside Lands” festival in August, a three-day event additionally anchored by Tom Petty and Jack Johnson, I was excited to see them for what would be the third time. I watched various webpages and message boards eagerly for more details, and was happy to see that fanclub members would get first crack at tickets during a limited onsale on Saturday. Then, I found out that the onsale will be limited to three-day passes, each to the tune of $200. I guess if they don’t sell out those, they may consider offering single-day tickets. Since Radiohead only plays Friday night, and I don’t really have a desire to pay $200 to stand in a field with 60,000 other fans for one night of an abbreviated three-day festival – I’ve decided I’m not gonna go. Sucks, but I guess I can’t really complain since I’m choosing. Owell. No Radiohead this year.

And, somewhat related: I listen to music every spare moment at work. When I’m not on a meeting, or not talking to another human (using our mouths to make sound), I’m on the PC listening to music while I PowerPoint, Excel, or Outlook my way through the day. Really, that’s pretty much what I do. I’ve thought before, that if there was no Microsoft Office suite of applications, I’d have no idea what to do with myself every day. I guess I could draw things on my whiteboard, or assemble letters into words and phrases with my fingers like the ancient Phoenicians used to do or something… who knows. But, music helps make it all somehow a little less banal and monotonous – just a little. I mean, I listen to music at home too, and let me tell you that Cream sounds much better from the couch with sunlight streaming through open windows than from within my gray-walled tomb on headphones. It’s just a known fact, I think. Still, not having music at work might cause me to shrivel and die – and I say my thanks every day that I got a job that affords me that luxury. Way to go desk job!

And, continuing to sweep out the archives…

Been doing some blog sprucing lately, not stuff that you’d likely notice – but stuff that pleases me. For instance, ever since I added the “view all comments by” feature a while back I’ve hated the way that bit of text is smashed right up against the end of someone’s comment. I like the feature, you should check it out if you never have before, but I hated the formatting. So I set about hacking PHP and CSS files and fixed that, and the resulting all-comments page too, just to make them a little more readable and better formatted. Like I said, it’s actually a fun feature – and I added it to encourage more healthy discourse, so get to discoursin’, or something.

Kind of on the blogging topic… it worked well last week, so I’m going to try it again: It’s time for You Decide Friday #2. I realize I missed Monday’s entry (which I feel is the ideal spot to debut a poll), but let’s try the concept again, shall we? This time, I switched my polling software to one that I’m actually able to close when I want. The feature I lost is the ability for your to enter your own options when you vote – it was novel and cool, I know, but realistically it wasn’t working, and, besides, it was vulnerable to scripting injection attacks… stupid. Now then, here we go:

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Finally, it has come to my attention that my link to Keaton’s American Idol audition tape in yesterday’s entry was broken. I’ve since gone back and fixed it, but just for completeness sake you can check it out (and marvel at the apparently huge amounts of spare time I once had) by clicking right here.

‘Night.

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monday AV club (sans V)


Happy Monday morning friends. Hope you all had an enjoyable Easter weekend, maybe took a lazy full-bellied nap or something.

Lemme catch you up on the weekend’s goings-on, something I normally don’t do. Friday night I made the conscious decision to not do anything, and I ended up with the place to myself until late – so when I crawled into bed I snagged Keaton from her crib to keep me company. Saturday morning Keaton and I went down to the church and did the Easter egg hunt (the prep for which was what kept Sharaun out late the night prior), and later that evening we had another party with friends (where dad ended up having a little too much to drink). Sunday we had Easter dinner with friends. It was a great weekend, and the weather was better than perfect.

Oh, and on Friday night I found out I can record snippets of sound with my phone and send them to myself over e-mail. So, I decided to record some audio of Keaton and I singing songs (which we happened to be doing at the time). I liked the results so much, I wanted to share them with you guys. (Turns out it was a good excuse to install a nifty audio-player plugin and retrofit all my audio-containing posts with it also, so, y’know, there was that nerd-attractive aspect to it too). And now, for your pleasure, sit back and enjoy the vocal styling of Miss Keaton:

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Itsy Bitsy Spider [Trad. Arrangement; Excerpt]
Just the good ol’ version, but only the first round, mind you.

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Itsy Bitsy Little Star In The Sky [Mashup]
Keaton sings us her favorite bits from her favorite two songs. I almost explode when I hear her say, “Llll-like a dyma in the ky! Little tar inna ky!” at the end. Sigh…

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Rock-a-Bye Baby & “The Beatles”
I try to prompt her for more, and am not that successful. Every night I sing her the Beatles’ song, “I Will,” and that’s what I’m asking if she can sing for me (she knows the words, it’s her first song!). “The Beatles the Beatles the Beatles…,” ha!

Man, she’s really come a long way since her somewhat embarrassing American Idol audition at the tender age of six months, huh? (Sharaun has taken video of her singing all these songs too, it’s just a lot easier to edit together audio than it is video! Blame it on my lazy.)

Oh, and while going back through my old entries and converting audio links over to the new in-post player format, I stumbled on some good old-school entries I thought I’d drag up from the mire and link to today – y’know, just to round out the post.

First, I stumbled on this gem from 2005. I mention the year here because, in this case, it’s quite notable. See, for me, that post was written in the year 1PK. That’s right, just a mere six months before Sharaun and I would have Keaton (well, technically only Sharaun had her, in the verb sense… but we both have her now). The thing is, when I read that middle paragraph – the one where I bitch and moan about the woman narrating every single minute detail of her flight to her child – I cringed. Because, dear friends, this is exactly what Sharaun and I constantly do with Keaton. Granted, we don’t do it with our voices loud enough to be heard across town, but… still… cringe.

Second, I found the post where I linked to audio samples of a few of the prank phone calls my friends and I used to make and record back in high school. Good stuff, still makes me laugh after all these years, check it out here.

Lastly, the post where I almost offhandedly threw in a hilarious message we’d received on our answering machine, presumably by mistake. Good stuff there too.

Well then, I think that’s it. I did originally have a picture/video update planned for Keaton’s gallery (hence the amended entry title today), covering her 2nd birthday party and Easter, but I didn’t quite get it finished. So look for that sometime around mid-week or something. Until tomorrow then, goodnight.