Waylan Used to be Cool

On Saturday, Waylan and the family piled into their car and made a stop at the local home improvement store.  There was a project to be done!  The project required cement; bags and bags of ‘just add water’ cement.  Four bags, 50 pounds each, lifted from the floor to a flat bed cart.  Up six inches, over 12.  The lifting should not have been a problem. It was.

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Post Con Dinner Fun


Better than even a day among the fun and joy of a comic con is the end of the day. If Denver Comic Con is all about building community and bringing people together to share in the love of pop culture’s nerdy subset, it worked. It worked terribly well.  Continue reading

Waiting Rooms


Four years ago, nearly to the day, my wife and I held a very unhappy baby through one of his first surgery post-op checks ups. He was three months old and two surgeries in to his series of many to come. We were brand new parents  terrified of what was happening and I kept calling the doctor an optometrist. I now can say the proper word; ophthalmologist.  Continue reading

Chapter Books at Bedtime

They big day has come. The four year old is excited about chapter books.  He’s sitting through my silly voices and correcting me if the voice for the character is wrong even.  He’s recalling bits of the previous night’s reading session and generally taking a hefty interest in the joy of reading through an involved story instead.

I think the weird part for him about the large book is not finishing it in one sitting.  Just last week if we started a book it was going to be finished within five minutes.  There would be a quick rise to the plot’s dilemma and the characters were familiar.  The adjustment to being introduced to characters, gaining information leading to the central conflict, learning about motivations and connection; this is a whole new world.

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Rubble and a First Date

For a long time there was one movie theater in town.  The building was a big, windowless square that just sort of existed, for lack of a better word, in the middle of an always empty parking lot.  The entryway displayed posters of the movies that were showing on any of the six screens.  Carpet was last installed during the height of 80s sci-fi film mania.  It looked like a star scape, but with that special 80s flair that no one really misses.

A big circle of cash registers, pop corn machines and soda fountains staffed by a group of teenagers taking in the splendor of first jobs and required uniforms met patrons as they entered the lobby.  There was a claw machine off to one side of the room where a small child would be perpetually tossing quarter after quarter in an attempt to gain some coveted stuffed toy.  I think there was a pinball machine too to add to the retro flair of the space.  Lights were dim and the track lighting that ran through the entire building along the baseboards guided folks to their destination.

The seats in the theater were just the worst.  Curved ply wood, polished last some thirty years ago, covered in a cushion that went flat when Return of the Jedi was released made sure no one slept during a movie.  The theater predates stadium seating.  Which is odd, because that style was pretty much invented at the same time as stadiums.  This is one place one could actually say, “down in front!” and mean it.  The sound was terrible.  Speakers popped from time to time and surround sound was a thing for fancy, city folk.

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So Uncool

I live in the college part of a college-town.  Pretty much every shop in the area is staffed by college kids.  Tonight I made a beer run and came face to face with the reason Buzzfeed runs so many articles contrasting early 20s to late 20s.  I met my cultural obsolescence and it was weird.

I have not made a beer run in years.  My wife and I went tea teetotaler some time ago after realizing that drinks made us sleepy and the kid made sure that fatigue was no excuse.  We needed a lager for a fish-and-chips recipe we wanted to try for dinner and a cheese recipe that will be tried later in the week.  Not only were we not drinking the fine concoction that is Boston Lager, we had plans for it.  Pretty much the antithesis to years 22-24 for me.

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If It’s Too Loud…

I love punk music. Loud, fast and socially aware, I almost always it playing while I write or work or just sit around. The genre shaped my understanding of the world during those formative teenage years, kept me energized during the early twenties and now it is a source of inspiration for creative works. It’s very near and dear to my heart and I cannot wait to share it with my sons.

We’re waiting though. Oh goodness are we waiting. I used to listen to punk with the firstborn all the time. One day he decided that as the music of NOFX filled the basement it was a good idea to flip over a chair built just his size and adorned with a smiling bear face. He flipped it over, I shouted “Riot!” And the habit took nearly a year to break. Fun, but daycare does not enjoy such activities.
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