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Why I Love Wired So Much

It's not often that I come across pure genius outside my own daily delusions of grandeur, especially with regard to viral videos.  Let's face it...YouTube is chock full of large, steaming piles of donkey poo.  So when they chose to remove the "Shreds" videos by user St. Sanders, I was pissed.  I had been subscribed to his stream for months, ever since discovering the "Eddie [Van Halen] Shreds" video that had me literally laughing so hard I cried and peed my pants.  Apparently, a couple of guitar gods that had been spoofed got their egos taken out at the knee and claimed copyright infringement.  YouTube, the spineless douchebags that they are, caved in and removed them. 

However, Wired pulled through and is now hosting them on their site.  The "Shreds" live - at least for now.  Thank you,Wired, the tech Bible that you are.  So, if you missed these hilarious spoofs, take a gander and see what all the hubbub was about.  Or, if you're lazy, I've set you up with an Yngwie Malmsteen sample below:

The Official DadCentric Guide To What To Get Dad For Dad's Day That I Actually Wrote For A Site For Moms

I don't pay much attention to Father's Day - I'm an Arbor Day man myself - but Charlene Prince Birkeland asked me to send along some suggestions on what to get the dad who has everything but still wants more, greedy bastard. You'll be the first against the wall when the revolution comes, capitalist running dog lackey dad who has everything. Vive la guerra! Anyways. This is what I came up with.

Rounding out the top ten: a jet-powered hang glider, a submarine, a lifetime supply of Triscuits, a couple of hours with Alan Thicke, the original master reels of the Beach Boys' "Smile" (and people laughed at me when I said I was sending my sidekick Kato, a ninja schooled in the ancient art of hypnosis, to pay Brian Wilson a visit. Bidding starts at $320,000; email me if you want in), and a pony.

They Practically Raise Themselves

I haven't piped in over here in a while.  Yes, I've been kind of distracted by the sucking black hole that is Flickr's 365 Days group - where your challenge is to take a self-portrait every day for an entire year.  I don't even blog every day so trying to come up with a decent picture of myself every fucking morning is quite taxing...and addicting.  Yes, it has enveloped me the past couple of weeks. 

But you know the real reason I've been kind of quiet?  Nothing's happening.  I haven't had a bloggable kid moment in I don't know how long.  Things are calm, cool, collected and predictable.  A couple of boundary reminders here and there interspersed with some funny vocabulary moments and that's all I have to work with.  Most of that is hardly entertaining for those out of the loop no matter how much I spin it.

I'm not complaining, mind you.  In fact, I look at this period as a mini-reward for all the hard work we put in to both our kids over the past several years.  Dividends, for lack of a better word.  For those of you still in the trenches of babydom, let this serve as a reminder that there is light at the end of that tunnel.  You may be sleep deprived, sex deprived and two Prozacs away from having the boys in white coats chase you down with a butterfly net, but, hang in there.  It gets better.  Yeah, I know we're looking down the barrel at the next level of parental challenges like menstrual cycles, preschool for the little one, and the inevitable transformation of our wonderfully-behaved eldest in to a raging preteen that curses us with every breath she takes.  That will come soon enough.  But for now, it's cool.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a couple of hundred photos of my eyeball to sift through. 

Daddy, What's a Video Tape?

Whelp...tomorrow evening, I get to make an ass of myself recapture a bit of my youth as my old band gets together for the requisite "10 Year Reunion" show.  Those couple of years we were together and touring were so textbook Spinal Tap, it's scary.  At least it was scary back then.  Now it's just plain old hilarious.  I need to write a book on this shit.  Anyway, the show will be captured on DVD compliments of the club and I'm really stoked about that.  You see, my daughters really haven't had a chance to experience any part of that time of my life except for a couple of photos and some songs [that get overly requested by my littlest one].  Why?  Because all my footage from those years is archived on video tape. 

Remember that stuff?  Those cartridge thingies with a spool of brown stuff in them where  you stick them in a contraption called a "V-C-R" which makes this weird whining noise then presents images on your television yet jiggles every once in a while with funny lines in the picture?  Yeah, that stuff. <-- This is how my oldest remembers them.  Since we haven't had a VCR in years, my youngest may grow up never even seeing one in action.  And I don't mind.  Video tape always sucked, in my opinion.  You got one good play before either 1) the tape wore down or 2) the machine ate it. It's a black mark in our technological history, no doubt.

So, I'll come home tomorrow evening with a shiny little DVD that my girls can sit down and watch with their old man over breakfast the next morning.  Finally they'll get a taste of what used to be such a big part of my life - if only an aging and embarrassing rendition of it.  Sure, it'll show me all likkered up, screaming and cussing like a sailor, but, let's face it...when am I not?

Don't you wanna make him stay up late

I've been staying up later in the evening lately as Little Dubya has been...um...how to say this tactfully...NOT FUCKIN' SLEEPING.  Is that too harsh?  I have been doing this since Mrs. Big Dubya is with child and I'm trying to do my best to let her get as much sleep as possible.  However, it's not always easy when the baby monitor is right next to her head and he decides to go into full-on wailing banshee mode.  That's when I try, like a bull in a china shop, to scramble lumber quietly up the stairs.  I mean well, but sometimes I make as much noise as Little Dub.  But that's neither her nor there.  My point is that I stay up late.

I just got a new laptop.  Mrs. Big Dubya hooked a brotha up and now I have a brand-spankin' new Dell E1705.  It's pretty sweet with its Bluetooth wireless, 1GB SDRAM, 100GB hard drive and Intel Core Duo Processor - I likey.  Again, that's not really the point, but I'm getting there.  As with any laptop, it allows me to use the Web anywhere unlike in the past where I would be tethered to the desk upstairs  Sure, I could have used Mrs. Big Dubya's any time, but that's hers and I never really did feel right about it.  But, I just never wanted to head upstairs for any long period of time to go on-line.  Hence, new laptop.  Drawback?  I can now spend entirely too much time surfing while I wait for the little guy to erupt in "he's pulling out my toenails with pliers" screams.  Too vivid?  I say it doesn't even scratch the surface on how loud and brain-piercing it actually is, but, again, I digress.

In my aimless clicking of links quest for knowledge, I stumble upon all sorts of interesting things, as I'm sure many of you do as well.  Hey, stop shakin' your head, you know I'm right.  First step to recovery is admitting you might have a problem, remember?  Anyway, I know Father's Day has come and gone, but ladies, maybe your guy has a birthday coming up?  Anniversary?  Maybe he put the toilet seat down?  Well, if you're looking for something to get him, might I suggest this fine example of American ingenuity and know-how.  Perfect for the guy on the slow go.  Make sure you check out the picture of the guy at the bike rally at Sturgis - I think that says it all.

Next up - how's your dexterity?  Me?  I'm about as nimble as a...nimble as a...can anyone help me with an accurate comparison?  Nevermind.  I'm just not all that dextrous.  But if anyone has the time, inclination and patience, I'd love to see the final product on this.  Oh, yeah, almost forgot.  A smattering of Spanish pudo ser necesario.

Finally, I know Greg posted about the Salon "Kindie Rock" article yesterday, but last night I stumbled on something at elbo.ws which took me here and finally to a blog called (sm)all ages.  Some of you might already be familiar (I was not - shame on me), but if you're looking for alternatives to The Wiggles and music of that ilk, it's as good a place as any to start.  In fact, Friday, June 23's post includes Sleater Kinney, The Eels and the Chili Peppers - that's something I can get behind.

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The Goodfather: A CD-ROM You Can't Refuse

If you're a new dad and have neither the time nor the patience to wade through a 350 page doorstop book on parenting, the goodfellas over at Dr. Moz have a solution. Their interactive guide for first-time dads, The Goodfather, offers quick and practical dadding tips, from changing a diaper to adjusting to the enormous changes brought on when a kid's in the picture ("Jerk - How Not To Be One") with a healthy dose of humor. In addition, the CD features a baby name book with over 15,000 entries (Bjordkjerk was not listed; perhaps it'll be included in v2.0) and a Baby Card Maker program which allows you to create your own announcements. (Laugh it up, dads-to-be; wait 'till you see how much those friggin' things cost. You'll change your tune, and may well end up getting calls from Hallmark recruiters once they get wind of your hidden talents.) If you appreciate advice like "Pulling a baby from new grandparents can be a lot like negotiating a wildebeest calf from drooling hyenas", you'll enjoy this great resource.

Pictures and Perverts

My wife and I decided to put together a family blog last night to serve as a one-stop for all relatives and friends who want to keep up with our daily lives, more specifically, our kids.  We figured it's easier to have them come to us rather than update the different parties/people sporadically with news as we have [feebly] been doing in the past.  Of course, posting pictures is a great perk associated with blogging.  In fact, we ultimately created a Flickr album to serve as the host to our photos.  We chose Flickr because of their neat little "badge" tool you see all over the place.  So, we now have pics of our kids for the public to see. 

Although she was ultimately on board for making our photos public, my wife did express some concern over the vast number of pervs out there who use photos of kids to exploit or enhance their sick little forays.  We're talking about capturing photos and getting off on them or Photoshopping kid's faces onto other pornographic photos and distributing them...stuff like that.  A valid concern, I admit.  It does happen.  In fact, there is no limit to the depths some people will sink. 

But what are the chances of this happening?  And if it did, would we ever know in the first place?  The chances are slim and, NO, we would never know.  Just as we don't know who may have seen our kids at the grocery store and, subsequently, went home to pleasure themselves over the thought of them.  Plus, there are camera phones in every pocket, video cameras...you name it.  In this day and age, our kids are susceptible to all kinds of indirect or passive exploitations.  It's almost the best you can do to keep your kids physically safe from these predators.  How far do you go? 

Is it irresponsible posting photos of your children on the net?

We're Now on Jawa Alert

We are the house of the future.   Forget wireless networking.  Forget satellite television.  Forget podcasting or bluetoothing anything.  We've got a robot.  That's right...I said Ro-fucking-Bot, people!  At least that's what the manufacturer calls it.  Yesterday, my wife's new Roomba arrived.  And it's pretty damn cool, even if it doesn't speak bacchi or know what a binary load lifter is.

It's a little fella that roams around the house looking for something to sweep up.  Really, that's him in a nutshell.  You turn him on (not in a robot-sex way) and off he goes scooting around the floors and under couches - sweeping and vacuuming all by his little robot self.  Then, when he's tired, he strolls back over to his little robot house and puts himself to sleep on his charger.  Leave him alone long enough and he will go through your entire house...all on his own. 

He cleans really, really, well too.  This thing isn't a gimmick, I assure you.  The house was spotless when I got home yesterday.  No dog hair, no crumbs, no nuthin'.  What's funny is that, if he comes across an area that's particularly dirty, he gets all excited and flashes a happy light.  Then he kicks in to overdrive and focuses on that one area till he's satisfied that he's done a good job.  Find me a wife, SAHD or housekeeper that gets excited over dirty floors.

The only downside is he's getting all up in my dog's bidness.  If our dog, Dre, isn't fast enough, "Sweepee", as we call him, will scoop up the food junk dropped by the baby.  Traditionally, Dre could take his time with this task.  Not anymore.  The dog's just going to have to bring his A-game to the floor lest the robot beat him to it.  Serves him right, actually, since most of Sweepee's time will be spent picking up that lazy bastard's hair.

So in conclusion, we have a robot and you probably don't.