Friday, September 30, 2005

The elusive Step 2

My purpose in doing this blog (contrary to what I stated in the mile long FAQ), is of course, to make serious moolah. That stuff about wanting to write and write more better? Not so true. Now you know, and I know deep down that’s probably not going to happen. But the tech bubble of the 90s was built on such fleeting hopes and why shouldn’t I try to live in the past? People thought it would be a GREAT idea to sell pet food via the web below cost and with free shipping to boot, so why shouldn’t I do the same thing?

Anyway, you can buy t-shirts I’ve designed via Cafe Press now. Right now there is only one and eventually there will be a dozen or so. I’m just trying to whittle down all the crap into something pithy, unique and sale-able. The link is also demurly in the upper right hand box.

Cafe Press seems like a delightful idea for this sort of thing. The shirts are probably a bit more expensive than if I were to do them myself, but doing a dozen or so different t-shirts (in all sorts of sizes and trying to keep track of all the inventory in my already over flowing garage) seems like over kill to me at this point.

Jon scribbled this mess on 09/30/05 at 12:27 PM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Updated FAQ

Oh, and I updated the mile long FAQ yesterday as well.

Jon scribbled this mess on 09/28/05 at 02:22 PM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

The past is dead to me

Reading things you wrote in your personal journal from college or even worse, from High School is never a pleasent experience. I was just perusing some ancient material in the hopes that I could put it here on the ol’ blog. I thought (mistakenly it turns out) that I was marginally entertaing way back when. And maybe it would be fun to see what I was thinking about back then. Mostly to try and figure out why I was stupid and I didn’t buy MSFT stock when I could have.

So on the subject of tossing up old “content.” Not gonna happen. Like ever. The following entry is the only thing even remotely “publishable” and even then it’s just because it’s so innocuous.

March 23, 1993

I just stepped on a wet cloth diaper. Sometimes life can be like that.

Yes, from the pages and pages of material I spewed out back then, that’s the only thing I don’t find nauseating and unsuitable for human consumption.

Makes me wonder how I feel in ten years about the stuff I’m doing now. Can I just crawl into a hole and die now, please?

Jon scribbled this mess on 09/28/05 at 11:16 AM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

One of the many joys

So a while back, when our youngest child Ellis was just a hair under 2 years of age she began to understand the power of language.

To wit:

Reha and I were hanging out in the kitchen, making dinner or something domestic like that. Ellis (the 2 year old) is sitting on a stool, foraging for food and just being her usual cute self. Well, she reaches over and gets Reha’s glass of Diet Coke and begins to drink. We are not normally parents who like to let our very young children drink soda, but this one learned to love the cola goodness from her grandmother and plus she has a piercing yell when she’s displeased. We were having a nice conversation, so we just let her do her thing and drink Diet Coke in all its chemical glory.

So she’s taken a sip or two and then decides that it’s time to experiment. She leans over and proceeds to spit into the glass. Reha notices this and just FREAKS OUT, yelling, “No! Don’t do that!! Gross!” or something very much like that. It’s a fresh glass of Diet Coke, mind you, and that stuff is like gold to certain members of my household. Anyway, it was LOUD, I was even startled.

Ellis realizes that she’s totally busted. She looks sheepishly at both Reha and myself and then says, “Lucas pushed me.”

Now the other part that you need to know is that Lucas (10 yr. old at the time) is basically in a different zip code. I think he’s in the living room playing xbox, hasn’t been in the kitchen in a while now.

Usually when one of our kids does something like this we try and not react, knowing that if we do they will just use whatever cute thing they just did to their utmost advantage. We utterly failed on this occasion.

So for the next three months, whenever we tried to get Ellis to do something she didn’t want or when she knew that she could get someone in trouble she pulled out the “$OLDER_CHILD pushed me” routine.

Now she’s back to just screaming.

Jon scribbled this mess on 09/27/05 at 07:15 PM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

Screw Image Maps

So much for making things clickable. I’m just not that clever.

But I will be updtating il FAQ-a-mundo soon!

Jon scribbled this mess on 09/27/05 at 12:57 PM, best we can tell it fits in the category of . This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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