Coming home that night was a struggle. Part of me wanted to pull into the Good Times around the corner from my office and eat all the custard. Blowing up like Violet Beauregarde seemed like a valid excuse not to go home. That wasn’t the responsible thing to do, though, and, it turns out, I’m supposed to be a responsible adult. Twenty minutes later, the garage…
A while back I was rear ended by a guy from Vera Cruz. We talked during our seemingly interminable wait for the police to show up and take a report. He was a nice guy, and I had a chance to practice my Spanish, which still isn’t horrendous vocabulary wise despite my accent clearly belongs to an English speaking guero con piel el color de papel. His…
Kella is not getting the attention she wants. Considering the whirlwind month we’ve had with Finley, from his birthday to his seizure, that’s not too much of a surprise. Those feelings of jealousy has led to her plotting how to get the spotlight on her, including, but not limited to, demanding that her birthday be right now, insisting that she needs medicine too, wrapping her…
Yesterday was not what people in the living business would call “a good day.” It started out normal enough, meaning that I stepped in a puddle of honey that Finley had sneaked into the carpet at some point in the last twenty four hours. So far, so good. Work was normal enough, too, which at this time of year means hours and hours of client…
Recently there’s been a spat of articles claiming that sugar is worse than crack, which certainly goes a long way toward explaining the national crime spree perpetuated by five year olds looking for their next hit of Lik-A-Stix. Sorry, I need to apologize for that last sentence. It was clearly based on the stereotype that kids love sugar, and if I’ve learned nothing else over the…
Recently, in a decision that I hope looks better in hindsight, I decided to jump back into public accounting. My old boss did his best to persuade me not to leave industry. Then, when my decision was final, he started a pool on how long I’d last in the public world this time. It was the right choice, though: the recent purchase of ProBuild left…
Ever since I contributed to the Kickstarter campaign for That Dragon, Cancer, I’ve been excited to play it. Yet on the game’s big release on January 12th, I couldn’t bring myself to turn it on. Heck, I couldn’t even bring myself to install it. Like a politician sensing the breaking of an impending scandal, I delayed the inevitable. Yes, inevitable. I knew I had to…
I’ve been considering this post for a while, but every time I’ve tried to write it, I get distracted and run off on a tangent. Unlike tax and economics, I have a hard time focusing on cultural debate. This one, though, seemed like one no one else has address. At least not in a way I like. So let’s talk sexist kid toys.
Image a world where Thor met Rapunzel. What would they do together? If you guessed that Thor would lift Rapunzel up over his head with beefy Chris Hemsworth arms and fly her around while she threw an infinite supply of frying pans at Frost Giants, you’d be right. And likely smoking some pretty strong stuff. That, in a nutshell, is my experience with Disney Infinity,…
For better or worse, I think my son Finley is destined to be an engineer. Those anti-social, pocket protecting nerd genes run strongly through my mom’s side of the family, including (and most famously) a great uncle who gave us the digital babysitter. Ever since Finley could walk, instead of wanting to play with toys like the other kids, he’s wanted to take things apart…