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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

All Over The Place

Something happened this past weekend that, quite simply, cannot paint a better picture that shows how different I am from the other parents at school.

This past weekend was an overnight campout for the cub scouts. Not a campout with tents and stuff. We were in a structure at the official scouting camp for this region. There was electricity, but no heat. There were beds, but with those really thin vinyl mattresses. A good time was had by all who attended.

ANYWAY…after the kids had gone to bed (or at least, into their rooms), we adults were sitting around the campfire. Apparently, I had completely zoned out because one of the guys nudged me and said, “You look like your deep in thought.”

My reply was, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Is it personal?”

“Umm….no, not really.”

“Well, lay it on us then.”

I glanced around, shrugged and said, “OK. I was just sitting here looking at the fire and I started thinking about how people sat around fires hundreds of thousands of years ago, which got me thinking about cavemen, which got me thinking about the movie Quest For Fire. It’s a movie from the early 80’s and I saw it on cable. It was the first movie I saw that depicted sex on the screen. Nothing graphic, ya know. But there was this scene where a cavewoman was squatting by a river or something getting a drink and this caveman came up on her from behind and started humping her. That got me thinking about my dogs because both of them are in heat. Even though they are both female, one of my dogs mounts the other one, and that’s just strange. Thinking about my dogs, I was thinking about how they have different colored collars…one purple and one green. I remember specifically making the decision to have two different colored collars because it would be like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, where each one of the turtles had differently colored bandanas. Leo was blue, Don was purple, Mike was orange, and Raph was red. Thinking about the turtles reminded me of how I used to play with the action figures when I was a teenager. I was a fan of the comics and it was fun to have the action figures. Not the same kind of fun that I had with Star Wars and G.I. Joe action figures. I used to play with those a lot. We’d be outside in the dirt and stuff and we’d set up the G.I. Joe’s like they were assaulting the fortress of the bad guys and stuff. When that kind of thing got boring, we played ‘real-life’ G.I. Joe, where we’d have our toy guns running around the neighborhood shooting each other. Which is kind of what I do now, but on the computer instead. Some guys from work and I play Call of Duty 4, which is a war-game kind of video game where you’re running around in a computer generated arena shooting each other. And then I got to thinking about how advanced video games have come in the last 30 years or so. I had an Atari 2600 when I was a kid and one of my favorite games was Megamania. That was a game where these ships flew across the top of the screen and your ship, at the bottom, had move back and forth shooting the ones at the top. The fast you cleared a lever, the more points you got. I always thought the ship I controlled looked like the Starship Enterprise from Star Trek; the original series, not The Next Generation or anything. That got me thinking about the new Star Trek movie that’s coming out next year and how all new actors are playing the original series characters and I was wondering if it was going to be a more realistic vision of the future or if they were going to have some 60’s throw back stuff, like with the miniskirts and stuff. I always found it strange that girls, like in the old Star Trek and even now in Tennis, have as part of the outfit the portion that looks like underwear. In fact, in the Star Trek technical manual I have, they have patterns for making the uniforms if you want, and that part of the female uniform is actually called the uniform panty. And I was wondering why it’s ok to show that when walking around or playing tennis but take great pains to not display their real underwear when wearing jeans or pants or stuff. That, then got me thinking about the Victoria’s Secret catalog and I was wondering why it’s just ONE bra but a PAIR of panties. That’s when you asked what I was thinking.”

All was quiet for a few seconds, except for the crackling of the fire, and one guy finally said, “Wow.”

Another said, “I was just thinking about a time when I was around a fire when my dad and I were on a fishing trip when I was a kid.”

I said, “I was all over the place.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

And then the talk became about fishing and golf and stuff. I sat there for a while, not joining in because I don’t know the first thing about fishing OR golf. Finally, we all decided to turn in. The fire was put out and we went to bed.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Story of My Life

So…I was sitting here trying to think of something to write about. And I couldn’t think of anything. So I turned to Google and searched for “ideas for blog topics.” One of the pages that the search returned was called 101 Great Posting Ideas That Will Make Your Blog Sizzle.

Number 73 of the 101 said to “Create a post that incorporates the words, ‘desperate’ and ‘futile’”. Brilliant! That suggestion practically wrote the post for me!

I was desperate enough to do a Google search for blog posting ideas. However, it proved futile because I still have nothing of substance to say.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Dead Presidents

When you think about it, money is just really arbitrary. Here’s a sheet of paper. It has a 5 on it. That means you have 5 dollars. If it had a 10 on it, you’d have 10 dollars.

Why is it arbitrary? Because sometimes businesses will accept Canadian money. That’s not legal tender here in the U.S. of A. But they’ll accept it. Oh, they won’t accept all types, mind you. You couldn’t pay for anything with a Canadian bill. That’s just not right. But a Canadian dime? Or a Canadian quarter? Or penny? They have no problem accepting that.

Case in point. There is a Family Dollar close to where I work. I can get a 20 oz. Diet Coke for $1.15 there. That right there is a bargain with a capital B. But I found out a way to get it cheaper.

About a week or so ago, I picked up what I thought was a quarter from the parking lot of a local Target store. But it was a Canadian quarter. I was initially disappointed because the vending machines at work (and everywhere else for that matter) simply do no take Canadian. I was about to give it to my kid when I had the grand idea. I would see if I could use this to pay for a 20 oz. Diet Coke at the Fam-D (as I like to call it). So, on payday Friday, I took a crisp one dollar bill and my Canadian quarter and went to get a Diet Coke. The cashier rang it up at $1.15, I gave her the dollar and the “quarter”, and I got a dime back. So, when all was said and done, I got me a 20 oz. Diet Coke for a grand total of 90 cents American.

As I said earlier, I probably couldn’t have done this with a Canadian dollar bill. But with the change, that’s a different story. Apparently, if it looks close enough to a quarter (or dime or penny), it will be accepted.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Our House...In The Middle Of The Street

I moved out of my parents’ house in 1990. My parents sold their house and moved to a new one in 1991. The people who are living in my old house right now are the third owners of that house since my parents sold it. And the house is up for sale again.

This past Sunday, it was an Open House. I had no real desire to walk through and look at the house, because it’s not mine anymore and there would be no point. After 17 years, many things would be different and it just wouldn’t be the house that I remember…so why do it? You can’t go home again.

But…..my mom wanted to go have a look so I said that I would go with her. The changes that were made were quite glaring. But that was to be expected. My mom, however, seemed distraught by the changes. It had hard wood floors instead of carpeting, our living room is now the dining room and vice versa, the bathrooms and the kitchen had been TOTALLY redone. My mom was particularly concerned with the whole living room / dining room thing, and kept lamenting about it long after we left.

But I was surprised at some of the things that were exactly the same as I remember. For instance, the carpet on the stairs going from the 1st to 2nd floor is the same carpet (and it looked like it), the wallpaper in the closet of the room that was mine was the same, as was the glass covering of the light fixture in the upstairs bathroom.

But it’s what I saw in the basement that was really unexpected and surprising to me. Above the little storage area underneath the basement steps, hung on a hook, was my old, plastic, personalized light switch cover plate. It has a drawing of a boy on the left hand side, and above the little rectangle where the switch would be is my name. Of course, this is not where I had last seen it. When I moved out, it was still performing its duty as a light switch cover plate in my old bedroom. My mom said that they never took it off the wall when they moved out.

So to sum up…through 3 different owners and over the course of 18 years, that plastic wall switch cover plate of mine has remained in that house. I don’t know if it’s been in different places in the house over the years, or if the people who bought it from my parents put it there. But it is nothing beyond stunning to me that after all this time it’s still there and in a quite accessible place.

Yesterday, I e-mailed the realtor who is selling the house. I told him who I was, why I had gone through the house, what I had found, and asked about the possibility of reclaiming that personalized, plastic light switch cover. Today, I received an e-mail from the realtor telling me that he’s forwarded my e-mail to the owners of the house and will let me know. It would be the coolest of all things cool if I’m able to get it.

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