For the non-Americans out there, today is 16-6-16 which I think is a cool looking number.
My thoughts on acts of violence
For each person who has lived on our soil and gone on to commit an act of violence, be it Timothy McVeigh or the 9/11 hijackers or the Columbine kids or any of the others, each one of those represents a failing on us as a society to not embrace them, to make them one of us, and let them see the American Dream and our way of life as great enough to put aside their wish to do harm and to feel welcome and loved enough to put down their arms. Step out of your homes, hug your neighbors, wave at a stranger (with more than your middle finger), let that person merge in traffic, accept one another, quit labeling and name calling, resist the media and politicians’ efforts to divide us with fear and hate, and generally practice being nice.
Together we stand; divided we fall. Let love overcome!
Here’s a thought
Take away the power of a mass shooting by never naming the shooter
This video must be reposted whenever a mass shooting occurs until the media outlets learn to give the shooter little to no coverage and to make the story about the victims and the heroes.
Take away the power of a mass shooting by not making the shooter into a star.
Fear not! Love everyone!
Giving into fear and hate is how you allow yourselves to be controlled. Take the power away from the politicians and the press. Do not be afraid. Love one another!
We are being shepherded into a divided country of us and them. Let’s return to being we. "United we stand; divided we fall."
From the mouths of babes
Tommy: "You were typing on my keyboard the other night weren’t you?"
Me: “Yes, I just wanted to try it out. I’m thinking about buying one.”
Tommy: “The guys in my forum got a good laugh out of that.”
Me: “Oh, your monitors were off but your computer was still on wasn’t it?”
Tommy: “Yup. You typed your initials and part of your name. Then ‘This would be a good keyboard for programming.’ and some random characters. I told them ‘Oh, that was just my dad playing on the keyboard.’ They got a good laugh out of it.”
- I’ve become THAT dad.
- it is time to change that password.
The Guilty Provider
Today is beautifully sunny. Apparently the children have a dental appointment in 2 hours (on Memorial Day?!). I’m at the computer programming and feeling guilty that I’m not spending time with the children.
Confessions of a programmer
Confessions of a programmer: I never presume the previous developer was incompetent. Instead, I assume they just had a drug problem. #coap
Lawnmower repairs
This time the carburetor rebuild worked…damn.
From the mouths of babes
Her: What do you want for dinner?
Him: *something* *something* *9 1/2 weeks* *inappropriate* *something*
Her: Help me!
Him: What?
Her, holding up iPhone: Somehow, I don’t know how, it recorded that.
Him, grabbing iPhone sees an audio message sent to…Granny.
Him bolts out front door to see Granny fidgeting with her phone.
Him opens door to car and grabs phone.
Granny: I’ve never received an audio message before.
Him: I think it recorded silence.
13 year old, giggling: I think Dad recorded something by accident.
Him: It was your mother and it had secrets. *delete*
Her: I deleted it but it just took a while.
Him: That deletes it off your phone, not hers!
Him: Awkward.
Sunday night
I’ve reached that point in the evening where I acknowledge I’m too tired to program but could muster and go a few more hours. Or I could relax with a book. Or television with the wife. Or guitar on the porch while the storm rolls in. Or meditate. Or fret. Or clean the kitchen. Or clean my desk downstairs. Or plan. Or or or or…sleep.
The future cometh
In 7 years my children will all have graduated high school.
In 11 years my children will all have graduated college.
In 12 years nobody will be able to find me.
From the mouths of babes
Me: "Do you want steak for dinner?"
Boy child: "Do we have barbecue sauce?"
Me: "Ok, sirloin for you."
Protected: Tax paperwork
Saturday in the middle of April
It is a beautiful weekend…which I will be spending on the computer. And tax paperwork. And slipping in some cleaning. And medicating the animals.
I would like to be shopping for a new car, working on the yard, working on the house, gardening, adventuring with the children, etc. Such is adulthood.
