Home for the Holidays

I got a call this morning that my brother is doing fine and would be home later in the day, so my services will not be needed taking care of the invalid crew after all. I’ll have to go and see them some other time.

Later in the day, my brother called me himself to let me know he was home, exhausted from all the tests and being poked with needles and such, and on Percoset for the pain. He sounded well, but really really tired, so I’m happy and only a little worried now. I’ll probably hear from him again sometime tomorrow.

RIP My Old Friend

Once again I say goodbye to a trusty friend. You were a good pen, Zebra Sarasa, and you died too young. I leave you with feelings of sadness at having used you up, satisfaction that once again I used up a pen and didn’t lose you halfway through your life, and hope that one of your 20 or so brother Zebra Sarasas will serve me as well as you have. There’ll never be another pen quite like you. You were a unique snowflake, even though I couldn’t tell you from any of the other Zebra Sarasas to save my life when you were full of ink.

Goodbye, dear friend. May you enjoy all the benefits of pen paradise that are bestowed on pens that serve their masters well.

Home For The Holidays?

I know I’ll be home for Yule, but maybe not for the rest of the week. I just heard my brother was admitted to the hospital last night. Add to that my mother just got out of surgery and there may be no one to look after things in his household. If things are bad for him and he’s stuck in the hospital for the holiday weekend or longer, it looks like I’ll need to head down to take care of my mother, my niece, and maybe my brother until he’s better.

Can’t say no when family needs help, and we’ll see how things stand tomorrow. I hope things are alright.

OMG Weasels!!!

Morganisms are things I used to tweet, but I don’t really use twitter that much any more, so I figured I would put them on my blog instead. This latest was said yesterday at Denny’s. Morgan was talking about what happens to bad boys.

“No TV, no video games, no viewmaster, and NO WEASEL!”

Anne and I have no idea what a Weasel is.

Lizard!

At Denny’s, Morgan burst out loudly with the following:

“The lizard got me!”

I can’t make this stuff up. I love him so much.

Bad Idea?

Latest Morganism. I’m sitting at home. Morgan comes up to me out of the blue and says:

“Michael, you got an idea! Let’s try something else.”

Nearly choked on my soda…

No More Chandeliers

Another one from Morgan. I’m at my computer and Morgan comes out of the bathroom right over to me and stands next to me, saying:

“There’s no chandeliers left in the bathroom!”

My reply:

“That’s true.” Nodding sagely.

Barbeque

I full out laughed so hard at this for five minutes my ribs hurt and I couldn’t breathe.

I am annoyed (again).

Either a new cycle is starting, or something that’s always around is leaking into the television programs I’m watching. I suspect it’s the latter.

The other day I was watching a commercial for a jewelry store. Three young girls were trying to see if their father got the piece of jewelry they suggested for Mother’s Day. Well, of course he did, and naturally his wife showed her appreciation with a hug and a kiss. The children were watching and the older one said “Awww, they’re so cute at that age!”

That, of course, is when my bile started to rise. What is it with these commercials? I really really hate it when commercials, and TV shows for that matter, portray adults (especially parents and most often fathers) as stupid, immature and/or clueless, while their children are smarter and more mature. The icing on the cake is when the children indulge or tolerate their idiot parents while commiserating with their siblings about how difficult it is to raise their parents.

I said I suspect this was leaking over from other television programs that I don’t watch. My chief suspects are children’s shows, specifically those aimed at ten to sixteen year olds, or whatever the demographic is for them. I haven’t watched those shows, because I’m pretty sure I’d be compelled to stab one or more of my sensory organs after only a few minutes. The script writers and producers of these commercials and television shows thing they’re being very clever, but I think they’re one of the hands unravelling the threads that hold our society together. Perhaps that’s a little extreme, but they are in effect promoting the view that children are in general smarter, more mature, and know better than their parents what’s good for them. Anyone over the age of 25 or so knows that this is absolutely not true. Parents and adults are in general smarter, more mature and usually know better than children what’s good for them.

I know that you can read commentary from writers as far back as the ancient Babylonians saying that children no longer respect their parents and that society is going to hell in a handbasket, etc. I’m sure everyone thinks that about their own time, but can we please let children be disrespectful on their own, without the help and example from other adults who’s sole motivation seems to be making a quick buck off those same children, and who demonstrably have no regard for the consequences of the message they’re sending.

What the hell were you thinking!?

An obviously advanced civilization sends an exploration ship to our world. Earth’s response: light show to let them know we welcome them and to show them where to land and meet us? Radio messages sent on all frequencies to let them know we eagerly await a peaceful meeting and exchange of ideas?

How about MISSILES OF FLAMING DEATH!!

The aliens somehow managed to avoid detection, perhaps because they are able to travel millions of light years they have technology somewhat past our own. They land and attempt to contact us. Earth’s response: Lay out the red carpet? Ceremony of Celebration attended by top officials in honor of our new visitors?

How about CAPTURE AND BRUTAL INTERROGATION!!

Alien visitors tragically crash land on our planet (see scenario 1 above). Earth’s response: reverent recovery of their bodies? Touching funeral to honor their attempt to contact us?

How about COLD AND UNCARING DISSECTION IN A SECRET LAB!!

If we detect them in the air, our first reaction is to try to shoot it down if it’s flying. If it’s on the ground, our first reaction is to capture, hold and brutally interrogate these explorers. If we find their bodies our first reaction is to dissect them. Seriously, what are you guys thinking? Are you really that crazy?

So, when these technologically advanced being send their follow up expeditions, because “Hey Blarkthar, what ever happened to that ship we sent out to that solar system on the edge of the galaxy that sent the ship with the platinum disk saying hello and asking us to come visit?”, What are we going to say?

“Sorry, didn’t realize you guys could kick our butts! On the plus side, we kept their bodies preserved in formaldehyde! So, you can…like…bury them now or whatever you do.”