On the way home today, I happened across the following sign:
I couldn’t help but remember scenes from the move “Team America“. Now I do not claim to have watched this entire movie, suffice it to say, I saw enough to pull these screen caps:
Next, I present to you the 4×4 modification kit for your every-day-run-of-the-mill golfcart. Mopar, eat your heart out!
As part of our parental guidance strategy, Nicole and I occasionally discipline our children (okay, mostly Jaryn) by putting his toys in time-out (rather than putting him in time out.) On one occasion, we went as far as to permanently ostracize his RC car he had inherited from good ol’ dad by ‘throwing it away’. Obviously, I didn’t want to throw away my RC car, so we made it appear that the car had been eradicated.
Well, a few days ago I decided to resurrect the old thing (against my better judgment and Nicole’s wishes) and Jaryn could not have been more ecstatic. If you ever want to hear the excitement of a child compounded ten fold, just perform the miracle of resuscitating a long forgotten toy.
Anyway, last night we finally got around to putting in the new batteries but for some reason the pair would not function as we had expected. Jaryn was all about to throw a fit, when I realized the antenna had somehow broken off in the “eradication process”. In all my glory and grandeur I decided to resolve the concern by trying to place the antennae closer to the RC car, thinking that perhaps it was a communications problem between the two devices. Well hallelujah, the wheels began to spin and the engine was a purrin’ like a kitten. Granted you had to stay within one inch of the body of the car to make it work.
Now you realize I was moments from putting the poor thing out of its misery. However, after having experienced the splendor of wheels spinning and turning, Jaryn grabbed them out of my hands and began ranting, “see dad, it works!!!”. He then proceeded to bend down to position a functional remote control antennae close enough to a broken RC car to be able to send the life giving signal which enabled the wheels to spin and TADA, a living, moving work of electronics genius, all for about a foot or two until the connection was cut short and the Frankenstein Tyco was again, laid to rest just feet away.
But don’t you fret! My boy was on top of it. For each time he and the toy were separated enough to break the symbiotic relationship, Jaryn was on his feet, eager to position the antennae within inches of the car, again, bringing life to this otherwise lifeless being.
Yes, this ritualistic death and reincarnation scenario repeated itself the rest of the night with Jaryn screaming, “look mom, dad, it does work! Its not broken, see, it runs. Look, I just put the controller here, and it works, see!!” Oh to see a son jumping around wildly while playing a virtual game of leapfrog with his long lost toy.
Chalk another ingenious moment to my ever-aggressive and amazing son.
I was doing my daily dose of blog reading (during lunch of course) and ran across this article. Not sure exactly why you would ever do this other than to say you could. Hope you enjoy.
I apologize in advance for my obvious inadequacies in articulating my thoughts regarding politically motivated themes (I practically failed political-science in college), so please bare with me. As a fairly liberal republican I feel it sad and disgusting that I am considering the boycott of one Orrin G. Hatch for the recent shenanigan’s he pulled with the dope-head-silver-spoon-fed, Dallas Austin, that was recently busted and released (thanks in part to Mr. Hatch) for drug possession in Dubai. Not only do I find this appalling but outrageous.
Harsh? Perhaps, but when you have an elected official with that kind of power, picking and choosing when, or when not to intervene, and decides to intervene in this type of scandal, that elected official no longer represents the people, rather himself and his personal/political interests.
Thank you, and goodnight.
As you may have noticed, I have recently posted various avatar images I have produced from various other images I have run across on the web. I have decided to catalog each and every avatar I use in hopes to keep some sort of history of my creative genius, however feable my attempts might be.
