Thoughtful Gibberish

Smacktards

2005-05-15T10:53:00.000-06:00

I work as a retail computer tech, and thus deal with the general public on a daily basis. I didn't used to be an irritable person, but doing this for seven years has made me one. It isn't ignorance that bothers me, everyone is ignorant in some way shape or form. No, it's the smacktards that bother me.

Me: Hi, how can I help you?

Smacktard: My computer doesn't work.

Me: Okay, it doesn't turn on?

Smacktard: Oh yeah, it turns on.

Me: Er. Okay, so what doesn't work on it?

Smacktard: I don't know. You're the tech, you're supposed to know these things!

Me: (mentally) Right. I'm a tech so I'm supposed to magically glean what's wrong with your computer with my vast psychic powers and huge brain.

Me: (out loud) Okay, let me take a look at it on the bench. (power on computer, check the hardware, everything seems to be working fine, this is about a 15 minute process) Well, seems to be working okay.

Smacktard: Yeah, but it's slow. I want it to go faster.

Me: Oh, you want it upgraded. Sorry, you said it wasn't working.

Smacktard: Well duh. It's not working as fast as I want it to.

Me: (mentally) Die. Just die. Save the world some precious oxygen and expire now.

Back from SoDak

2005-05-03T20:22:00.000-06:00

1,870 miles, plus niggling little jaunts back and forth to Sioux Falls. Man I hate driving. I hate driving and I hate riding. The ass-numbing boredom of it all. Plus, you can't bitch about it while it's happening because the people with you are enduring the same things and bitching about it would make you a whiny pansy.

We stopped in Sioux Falls for a couple of days to visit with Ma and Mike. My high school has been converted into the Washington Pavillion (duh-duh-duuuhhhh!), which I found mildly interesting, but Rachael had fun so that's okay.

The next couple of days were spent in Flandreau, SD (Town motto: "Now we have a Subway!") with De's folks. They're nice people and especially tolerant of my anti-social tendencies.

The visit to the Omaha zoo was the highlight, many pictures were taken and much squealing from Rachael.

Overall, it was nice to have gone and seen everyone, and I'm glad it's done.

Rachael Dancin'

2005-04-22T14:11:00.000-06:00

If you thought that you had the cutest child in the world, I'm sorry to disprove your theory, but our daughter does in fact hold the current world record.

She's delightfully her own little self, and that self includes all of the factors that grant her the Cutezilla(tm) title. Her hugs are like smacks with a marshmallow mallet, she throws herself at you, arms wide and usually squealing, and makes little "mmm" noises of content as she squeezes you with all of her three year old might.

I'm watching her play a comptuer game right now. She downloads games from www.noggin.com and plays those instead of watching tv or movies. She provides her own sound effects when the in-game ones aren't exciting enough. She bounces in her seat while she plays, which seems to negatively effect her high scores, but greatly increase her enjoyment, so it's all good. Right now it's something involving Scooby Doo and the best part seems to be when a ghost bonks Scoob onna nose and she gets to be sympathetic.

But what she really likes is dancing. Put on some music and she'll start wiggling and gyrating and to tell you the truth, I've never seen her stop of her own will, just when her dancing partners get too tired to go on. The best is when she's singing and dancing at the same time, though that does take extra concentration which could better be spent on spinning.

Having a kid really does change every single aspect of your life. Wouldn't change it for the world. Not even for two worlds and a really good cup of coffee.

The First Part II

2005-04-22T14:03:00.000-06:00

So why am I making a blog? I'd like something to record my thoughts, something that I can look back on in years to come and say "Oh yeah, I remember that." A place for me to throw up thoughtful gibberings and see if they make any sense later on.

A place to rant, too. My wife and I have both discovered the relief of spewing forth whatever crap is currently residing inside, and as long as it's done in a non-judgmental way, it's great. You say what's on your mind and someone listens without interrupting. You promise to not interrupt while you're reading this, right? Thanks, appreciate that.

The First

2005-04-21T14:50:00.000-06:00

My first blog post. I'd have thought it would be something more than just a way to create the blog itself, but as it turns out this is a necessary first step.