Sunday, September 21, 2008

New Format... Again

Okay, I've changed the format again. The color of the previous one was starting to bug me and I don't have the patience to edit the HTML code twenty times while I took a stab in the dark at the color code #'s. Irritating.

Friday, September 19, 2008

17 Years in 2 Minutes

This guy took a picture of himself once a day for 17 years and streamed the pics together as video. Imagine how frightening this movie will get in another 13 years when it's 30 years worth.

What would your 17 year movie look like? I'm pretty sure mine would look like I was being inflated, then getting my head shaved, and shrinking slightly. Not pretty. Better work on the deflating part some more.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

New Car or Beefier Wife?

Last weekend Annie and I went racing in Salina in the Wee Little Beastie Honda. It was a very high speed course for autocrossing, upwards of 70 mph, but keep in mind that's with nothing but turns. It was a violent ride and Annie's first time riding/driving the car in several months. I don't want to misquote her but she said something along the lines of, "You scare the s%#t out of me on that ride," which I think is some kind of compliment.

Anyway the Honda has manual steering with a quick ratio gearset, lots of weight over the front wheels because it's front wheel drive, and race tires. That adds up to some substantial steering effort. I have to admit I was a tiny bit sore the next morning, but it went away quickly because I am so gosh darned manly. Annie, on the other hand, had quite a bit of difficulty steering the car on course. She had neither the grip nor upperbody strength to really keep up. We didn't plow into a wall of traffic cones, but we were worried several times. Unfortunately a power steering retrofit isn't really possible with this particular engine in this particular car. It literally won't fit due to the physical size of the engine.

So it's the classic question of whether I should get my wife to lift weights or go car shopping.

If I had a dollar for every time this has come up. Any suggestions, readers? At this point I am leaning towards an e30 generation BMW, one with 4-doors. We were already thinking about piecing one together with the parts of my current rusty 2-door BMW. Here's an artist's rendering.

Okay, really it's the D-Street Prepared class autocross champion's car. It won't be exactly the same but would look somewhat similar. Picture a babyseat in the back Monday thru Saturday.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Kindergarten Music Milestones

My daughter will be turning 6 soon and started Kindergarten last month. For some reason today I'm remembering the weird music I heard on the radio when I was her age.

I don't think I've ever seen this video before. Eddie Grant looks a lot more normal than I pictured when I was a little kid. The guy in my head looks more like a scarier George Clinton.

Elvira has to be one of the weirdest country songs I've heard to this day. I wouldn't say I liked the song, just remembered it. Notice how the music ends awkwardly on this TV show performance. Those lip syncing hillbilly bastards!

One more; I actually liked this song from the Alan Parsons Project at the time. I remember this tape looping over and over on road trips between New Mexico and Kansas City. It's definitely nerd rock. Sorry, dad.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Foreigner Sucks

This is what happens when you listen to classic rock. It rots young brains. Obviously this young lad was overexposed. Just goes to show you can't be too careful. I bet he shows up to Kindergarten in a Canadian Tuxedo. By the time he's 14 he'll be predisposed to Camaro ownership.

This footage is a little long but stick with it. It gets pretty good from about 1:20 on.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Monday, September 1, 2008

I Can Explain Everything

Okay; when I went down the big slide holding a toddler while plowing into another toddler, it was a horrible accident. As I was situating Anthony and I on the mat at the top of the slide I wiggled just a bit too much and sent the two of us barreling down the slide, totally unprepared, towards little Ally (age 4 and approximately the size and weight of a cabbage patch doll). Luckily I was able to spread my feet apart so she didn't get a shoe to the face. She impacted my gut and went flying with us off the end of the slide and onto the landing pad. She was a little surprised but thankfully not injured or crying. I stayed off the slide after that.

The next incident was in the inflatable boxing ring. Cody and I decided to duke it out because the cartoonishly oversized gloves looked like too much fun to ignore. Plus I think Cody wanted to get back at me for putting my bare feet on his couch one time, which I agree was thoughtless and tacky. By the end of that fight I was gassed and not standing upright but Paul R. wanted to get in on the fun so I decided to go a round with him. Neither one of us held back and I think we were starting to draw a crowd of kids. At this point I'm almost stepping on them because Paul has shoved me into the corner (hey, it's a fight). The staff person hurriedly pulled them out and away. We regroup and I'm throwing haymakers to get over the top of his guard. In my exhausted state this leads to at least one thump to the back of Paul's head. I've seen enough professional fights to know that's illegal and a bit discourteous, but I didn't have complete control over my body at that moment. After the last smack to the back of Paul's head we both drop to the inflated ground, fully exhaust and perhaps mildly injured in Paul's case. I lay there for a good 5 minutes because I can't get enough oxygen to limp out of the ring. Paul seems to be just fine and I apologize for hitting him on the back of the head.

So to sum up, I'd like to apologize to Ally & her parents (A&S), Paul R, the staff at Pump It Up (west location), and Mel & Cody for embarrassing them and potentially exposing them to litigation. The Pump It Up staff didn't take my picture, but I'm pretty sure I'm on some kind of list now.

Happy Birthday, Mason.