Friday, June 02, 2006

And Now, on a Very Special “Blossom”

OK, I’m busy at work. So here, instead of my scintillating wit, I’m going to turn the reins over to my daughter, Carrie.

On a side note, turns out that Xserves are a little persnickety about power. They don’t like flakey power. They tend to just reboot at seemingly random intervals. More later.

And now! Without further ado: The wonderful and and delightful Carrie!



So we’re in the car picking up Ellis from Teh Sitter’s. In the car are Jonah, a friend of his, Reha, me, my friend Tiff, and Lucas. Tiff is talking about how her family is planning to remodel their yard. She’s saying she wants to convince them into purchasing some Grecian statues of “buff, nude dudes.” I think this is a pretty sweet idea for several reasons:

i. Greek mythology. What’s not to love?

ii. Figure drawing is easier when a figure is present. (she’s an artist)

iii. Creeping out the neighbors (+1)

iv. Buff. Nude. Dudes.

Anyway. So Reha goes “You know The David?”

We go “Yeah.” Of course we know the David.

“Wanna hear a funny story?”

We are game. Hilarity is our friend.

“So the first time I saw your Dad naked I said, ‘Hey! You look like the David!’”

I make a face. Please understand, my father was not the dashing specimen of manhood you see in his pictures for all of my life. We’ll leave it at that.

Reha defends him. “Well, he was skinny! Like a twig. Like Jonah is now.”

I continue to make a face.

“You’re just doing that thing where you’re the child and you don’t want to think about your parents being naked. Carrie, it’s the David you know the David!”

“Yeah,” I reply, “but now it’s the Dad-vid!”

Favorite Entries

If you are new around here, the following entries have been reasonably well received. You might want to peruse these.

• Partners
• Correspondence
• Help Wanted
• From the Office of Mis-directed Email
• A Word from the Small Person in the House
• RNT Product Review: Chocolate Mix Skittles Left Me Sterile!
• Jon’s Report Card circa… A Long Time Ago
• Dear Gratuitously Naked Conversationalist at the Gym:
• A Peek Inside the Writer’s Guild and Producers’ Negotiations
• We Regret the Error
• Letters from a Homeowner to His General Contractor
• What I Did There
• Hermaphrodite Administrative Assistants and Receptionists Need Not Apply
• Giving Me an IM Account Was Obviously a Huge Mistake
• Official Ransom Note Typography Vista vs. Mac OS X Shootout
• I Need a Real Hobby
• Beat Down
• Big Fat Lies
• True Love
• Now MY Ovaries Hurt
• Don’t Get Her Started
• Disturbing Trend
• Had to do it
• Mooshy stuff
• Ransom Note Typography End User License Agreement “EULA”
• Diva-licious!
• Just so we’re clear
• PETA may have a point

Holy Crap! Look at all this STUFF down here. It's awesome!

Really, I'm glad you made it down here. Almost no one ever comes down here. I'm like in a freaking dungeon down here. I get lonely. But not you. YOU made it all the way to the end of the page. For this I think I've a little crush on you. I don't know, is "love" to strong a word to use in this situation? Well, if it's not "love," then it's very strong "like." I'm totally in like with you for coming down here. You are awesome. Please love me back! I know, I know, I shouldn't be all needy, it's not attractive at all, but you don't know how it is to be stuck down here. Who scrolls all the way to the end of a page anymore these days? Anyway, thanks for shedding some light down here in the depths. I appreciate it. Shoot me an email and I'll send you a dollar, OK?

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