Redbox Winner

Here is the winner from our question of... "what would fights at Redbox kiosks be called?" Suria Smith-Nelson, who is half Ass-syrian, gave this reply...

Susu said...

Fighting at the Redbox kiosk should definately be called "Redboxing", there should be a fight bell that you can ring seconds before pounding the person in front of you so that they have a small warning.

Galinanecklace

Speaking of stuff that has been on the Conan O'Brien show, here is a pretty important article from a respected anthropological publication...
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2010/01/13/130-conan-obrien/

Crap I Like

There are two craps that I like that I am thinking of...

1. The SNAP that a perfectly caught baseball makes when it hits the glove.
2. The smell of thawing dirt in the early spring.

Good things are around the corner.




Some more crap I like...
Danielle and I like Zach Galifianakis, some hilarious dude who enjoys wearing a beard. We enjoy making corruptions of his name. For example...

• Zach gal-in-a-necklace
• Zach golfing-in-sweatpants
• Zach galloping-actress

Clayworkers

Danielle, who contributed her DNA and gave birth to the two pictured children, came home from clay class with a bunch of clay ready for some family fun. Bear is working on a...bear, Danielle is working on a chick, and Willow is making an...um, geez who knows what that is. Juneau gets to take a nap and miss out on all of the fun -that is his punishment for being a baby.

Willow quote -"I'm making a mess!"

Switzerland

Welcome, Male Version of Amya!

Hi Nelson! How do you like this place? Since I live 3 hours in the future, feel free to ask me for some advice from time to time. It is an incredible advantage.

Back Online!

Woo woooooo. Our computer crashed about a few weeks ago and we've been out of commission. You know what? We lost all the pictures and videos from the last two years (baby Willow, baby Juneau, and kid Bear) -which really blows. But at least we have pictures we posted on the blog, and we can always make new pictures and videos, since our kids did not crash, just the hard drive.

So now that we see the blog as a kind of backup, get ready for craploads of pictures which will probably be pretty awesome.

That Place Got Nelsoned

Today I stayed home with Danielle and the kids because they were not feeling so hot (just a little off, nothing dreadful) and it would be a bummer for Dani to have to manage ill monkeys when she was off-peak herself. And it was a nice day and I was glad I stayed home to help.

Then D was feeling a lot better and thought it would be nice to get out of the house and get a light dinner at a pretty nice place that we like a couple miles away. I was a little surprised but glad the family was feeling more mobile.

We settled in and had just had out meal served when little Nino coughed a little. It wasn't a horrible cough or anything, just a familiar little sputter that made me nervous. I remember thinking that if he were Willow he would have barfed like a fountain right then. But, apparently he is more like Willow than I realized. A few seconds after thinking that, he...unloaded. I didn't think that his little frame could hold that much barf. It was like he was a water balloon filled with oatmeal and someone popped him.

I tried catching what I could at first but it was like trying to contain a tipped barrel of oyster stew with my bear hands. "Oh...my...gosh" could be heard from an unfortunate nearby table.

This all happened in a couple seconds and Danielle didn't miss a beat and said to the waitress, who had just delivered the meal, if we 'could get that in a box.' I've never seen a meal boxed and a check delivered so quickly in my life. Our waitress was really nice about the whole thing. On the way out an understandably flustered Danielle dropped a tub of ranch dressing in the hallway. When it rains it pours.

You know what? In retrospect, it looks like that trip out just wasn't meant to be. That poor place. That poor, poor place.

Crap I Like

I like Redbox. It's a DVD vending machine; it only costs $1, it seems like there is one in every grocery store, and I can return them to whichever machine I want...which is pretty handy.

HOWEVER...

Sometimes there is crap that I don't like. Many times I wait behind someone (like, I'm standing right there) and they take 15 minutes browsing all the movies, reading the descriptions of each -and then usually end up renting nothing at all.

Also, you can divide the globabl population into two categories: those who take longer when someone is waiting behind them, and those who rush or just leave because someone is waiting behind them. I call those people bad people and good people. The CIA should use it as a screening process.

I wonder...how many fights break out at Redbox kiosks nationwide? You know it has to happen all the time. Should the phenomenon have a name? What would it be?


Anyways, in spite of the occasional frustration, overall I wait less and pay a lot less and it is so convenient. So it is still crap I like.

Lions and Bears and Bear

This past Sunday we went to Ford Field to watch the Detroit Lions, a team of very highly paid professional football athletes, play against the Chicago Bears, a team of very highly paid and slightly more successful professional football athletes.

Lots o fun. Dean found us tickets in the 15th row, which was pretty awesome. We ate tons of really healthy crap.

We stood up by the railing and watched the teams warm up up close.

I'd say the proportion of Bears fans was about even with Lions fans. Really, about 50-50. And I sat next to the biggest Bears fan I know and he was pretty happy that they, not surprisingly, won -which made me happy even though I was rooting for Detroit.