Wednesday, January 24, 2007

nobody knows how cool I am

Sometimes at work- like today for example- I do some really clever code. But no one else knows or appreciates it, because to the end user it really looks pretty simple. Which is the point I suppose, to make everything appear easy and intuitive. I'm not sure everyone knows how not easy that is sometimes, though.

Oh, well. Someone will get really excited by some small simple thing that I'll do later, because it appears difficult when it really isn't and I'll get kudos for that. I suppose it all evens out in the end.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Saturday Pictures

Corwin's first real encounter with snow.

Funny Hat Club. Funny Hats courtesy of Inga.


Daddy's bread pudding is for desert.


The little scamp.

Friar Corwin
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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Froggy Went a Courtin

Froggy went a courtin, he did ride,
with a sword and pistol by his side, Uh-huh

Corwin is running off with a little frog that his Aunt Inga made for him.

He is getting really big now. In the last couple of months he has sprouted. After his 18 month day in December he transfered to the next bigger room in his daycare. He is still the youngest and therefor smallest in his room, but I'm not sure he knows that yet. But he is noticeably taller than little Ethan and Carson from the previous room when he used to be pretty much the same size as them.

Everything with the house seems to be going according to plan. We are planning on moving February 3. If anyone is bored that day, you are more welcome to help me move. It really shouldn't be too bad. We still don't have all that much big stuff. Just the TV which is pretty heavy, the credenza it sits on, our bed, a futon, Loki's cage and Hunter's cage, and three or four book shelfs. And a couple of computer desks. The hardest part will be taking Hunter's cage apart. It is huge and won't fit through any doors without dismantling it.

And the final piece of news to share is that Corwin will be getting a little sibling around the first week of July.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Physics of a Straw

Corwin has worked out the physics of using a straw.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Darrent Williams

I'm a bit of an anomaly. I'm the only sports fan in my family and only have a couple of friends that are real sports fans. My brother has gone to basketball games with me, but that was only to hang with me and party afterward. My favorite teams are the Iowa State Cyclones for collegiate athletics, for obvious reasons. The only pro sports team that I am a fan of is the Denver Broncos. My allegiance to them stems from my watching John Elway's first Super Bowl teams during my formative years in Junior High.

Last night I was watching the Broncos last game of the season, while trying to stop my son from pressing random buttons on the TV. When buying a TV pre-children you don't think how nice an option it might be to be able to temporarily disable all of the buttons on the TV. Anyway if the Broncos had won they would have advanced to the playoffs. They didn't win, but they were playing with a rookie quarterback who has a bright future so I can live with it. He's no Elway, but he'll be pretty good.

This morning I checked the Denver Post web site to see what some of the post game comments from the coaches and players might have been. The top headline is Darrent Williams was shot and killed last night. I was a bit in shock. Darrent was a 24 year old second year starting cornerback. He was a little guy at only 5'8 and around 165lbs. This isn't far off of Scotty size, and he's a quality starter in the NFL. I had been watching him on TV just over 12 hours earlier. And now he's dead. All that is known now is that he was leaving a night club at two AM New Years Eve in a Hummer Limo. Another vehicle pulled along side it and riddled it with bullets. It's hard to say if they knew who they were shooting at or not, but I tend to believe that these things don't happen completely at random. It saddens me that a life can so suddenly and senselessly be taken. Probably over nothing more than a random drunken disagreement at a night club.