A new parenting documentary! And if you think this is mean spirited, I’d wager that you’re not a parent…
In case you ever find yourself working in an environment where everyone around you is 10 years, or more, older than you and shares nothing in common with you beyond the objectives of your employer, here’s some ideas I’ve found to keep from going insane on my mandated 1 hour lunch.
- Watch stand-up comedy on YouTube. Sure I sound a little weird laughing by myself in my cubicle, but there’s some funny stuff out there, and my hour passes in no time.
- Go to the Apple Store. After awhile, there’s really nothing new to discover in the store, but I just feel cooler after being in such a techno-trendy environment for a little while. Plus free and un-filtered Internet means I can do some chatting or catch up on BoingBoing.
- Take a nap! I have the amazing ability to set my internal clock for whatever time I want to wake up. I can lean back in my car, and say “I’m going to take a 15 minute nap.” And I’ll wake up in almost exactly 15 minutes, without fail. More and more research is coming out about the value of a power nap, and I support this science completely!
- Go to Panera and sit by the fireplace. If you get there before the rush, you can pick your seat. I like the two chairs right in front of the fire. They have free WiFi, so I can chill out and read some news while I eat.
- Blog. There’s always something to blog about, and even if no one else finds it interesting, I can imagine people out there as bored at lunch time as I am are desperate to find something to read.
- Take a walk. The area surrounding my office is pretty nice, so if it’s not too cold out, I like to take a stroll around the building. I find I’m more productive in the afternoon if I’ve gotten some fresh air too.
Anyone else got any suggestions?
So Nic had just finished feeding Benjamin and she sat him up to burp him… and put her hand in a wet spot on his back where poop had seeped up out of his diaper and into his little outfit.
Being the good husband that I am, I scooped him up (carefully, so as not to touch the poop) to change him. As I set him down on his change table, he vomits out his dinner all down the front of his clothes. Now there’s no safe place to touch his clothes as I peel them off.
Finally I get the diaper off and start wiping the perimeter of poop spread across the lower half of his body, and the second I glance away to ready the next diaper, he pees in his own face…
Needless to say, Benjamin got another bath tonite!
I believe we are lacking in pictures of Benjamin so here are some that I picked out.
Here he is in one of my old pj’s, which by the way doesn’t fit him anymore.
Lounging on the couch
These two are of tummy time
Curled up on dad
Getting ready to face the cold weather yesterday…burrr it was cold!!
Ok so today was Benjamin’s 1 month visit with the Doctor. He says that Benjamin is doing great, growing and gaining weight according to the growth curve he is on. Today he got his second Hep B shot and he did great, only cried for alittle while and calmed down right away. He weighed in at 10 lbs 13 ozs and is now 21 1/4 ins long. Here are some funny pictures from today….
26 is NOT “late 20’s”
I’m in my mid 20’s and no one can take that away from me
…for at least another year.
1. To put together components from multiple sources to make a new machine or device. I’ll frankenstein a couple old workstations and make you a server for about $100.
You gather as much information as you can, collect opinions, leverage everything you’ve learned in the past, and ultimately go with your gut…
But there’s nothing quiet so affirming as hearing your users say “You’re right, that’s what we need. Keep going!”
I got to hear that twice today — once at each job.
And it feels good!
I don’t usually re-post things I find on BoingBoing, but this was just too good. It posits that R2-D2 is in fact one of the leaders of the rebellion, given the information he has that, by the time A New Hope (Episode 4) starts, few other people in the galaxy are aware of. It’s pretty convincing…
Consider: at the end of RotS, Bail Organan orders 3PO’s memory wiped but not R2’s. He wouldn’t make the distinction casually. Both droids know that Yoda and Obi-Wan are alive and are plotting sedition with the Senator from Alderaan. They know that Amidala survived long enough to have twins and could easily deduce where they went. However, R2 must make an impassioned speech to the effect that he is far more use to them with his mind intact: he has observed Palpatine and Anakin at close quarters for many years, knows much that is useful and is one of the galaxy’s top experts at hacking into other people’s systems. Also he can lie through his teeth with a straight face. Organa, in immediate need of espionage resources, agrees.
Read the rest here…
That title has nothing to do with this post, it’s just that I can’t get the words out of my head. You might be as surprised as me to find those annoying kids songs actually work on a newborn. Frankly any kind of noise works though. I guess they’re used to hearing background noise when they’re in the womb, so Benjamin is not a fan of quiet. A fact which was made abundantly clear to us, yet again last night. Which might be contributing to my apparently newly developed dyslexia.
I apologize if my spelling is atrocious. I don’t know if it’s a symptom of early-onset, pre-senile dementia, or just a side-effect of being a new parent, but it seems that I can no longer type. I type words and numbers out of order with disturbing regularity, and this weekend things I typed suddenly disappeared, while things I swear I didn’t type showed up. Annoying in personal correspondance, but when it’s entered into EasyWorship and put up in front of the whole church, it’s just downright embarrassing.
(Side note: even worse than typos is when you right click on a misspelled word to correct it, and accidentally add your misspelling to the dictionary… which I just did. I swear this whole parenthood thing is actually making me dumber…)
Anyway, I wanted to intelligently capture my first impressions of two of the hottest tech toys of the year so far: The Nintendo Wii, and the MacBook Pro.
The Wii is, in a word, fun. It’s unlike any other video game system ever made, and in my mind, can’t be compared with any of them — save maybe for DDR and Samba Di Amigo on the Dreamcast. But it’s better than DDR, because anyone can pick up a controller cold, and be having a great time within 5 minutes. Despite the occasional effort, I’ve never been able to do anything but suck horribly at DDR.
The graphics are not much to look at, when compared to the XBox 360, although I’m reserving my final judgment until I can pick up some component cables and see what it looks like in 480p with a proper widescreen ratio. But it doesn’t really matter because once you’re playing the game, you don’t care. It’s more about you and what you’re doing than what’s happening on the screen. It just feels like a more healthy and social experience than mashing buttons on a regular controller.
It was lent to me by a friend who’s off in France right now, so I get it for four months, and so far I’ve really enjoyed having this system. I doubt, with our new priorities, that I’d go out and buy one, but if I were young and full of money, this is where I’d be spending my entertainment budget.
And then there’s the MacBook Pro, easily the most lusted after laptop on the market. I know some of you are wondering how I got one, and I’m not going to go into the whole story. But some of you may remember that second job I took — the one I can’t legally get paid for. The use of this amazing machine is part of my remuneration, and the best tool I could have been equipped with to cover the wide array of technological responsibilities I deal with during a given week.
The MacBook Pro is worth every cent I didn’t pay for it. No laptop compares. I saw a high end Sony Vaio the other day, and when I saw the plastic latch that holds the thing shut, I had to hold in an arrogant laugh. Everything about the MacBook is elegant: from the brushed metal enclosure, unmarred by any sort of protruding latch, door or port, to the recessed webcam built-in to the monitor, to the multi-finger control of the trackpad that manages to provide all the functionality of a many-buttoned pointing device, without interrupting the smooth lines of the case, to the ambient light sensor that adjusts screen brightness and backlights the keyboard as needed.
Mom and Dad, you need to get a MacBook (the cheap one will do) so that you can see your grandson without having to get up off the couch. The screen shot is me talking to our friend Jon Bates, who is also rockin the MacBook Pro action. Later we added in Brian on his MacBook for a 3-person video chat.
This machine has replaced 3 computers in my life: a G4 Cube, a Dell Latitude D610 Craptop, and a PowerMac G4 Dual, and I dare say it’s more functional than all 3 combined. There is literally no program I desire, whether for Windows or Mac, that I cannot run on my laptop, and I don’t think I’ve been so technologically satiated.
Now if only I could get some sleep…