The Sleeping Patterns of a Father.

One of the things I've found out in fatherhood -- and parenthood for that matter -- you don't get much choice in what you do.

If you make plans or have task to accomplish, either your child or your body will tell you something way different. Like way out of left field different.

Let me give you an example:

12:30 A.M. -- Mom Status: Up. Dad Status: Up. Baby Status: Up and running in circles.

LILA: Mike, let's put the baby to sleep and we'll watch those episodes of Dexter we've been trying to watch.

ME: Great idea. Maybe I can play some COD4 or read that Final Cut Pro book.

Putting the baby to sleep usually consists of laying down with her until she gets comfortable and gradually falls asleep.

12:35 A.M. -- Mommy Status: Up. Daddy Status: Up. Baby Status: Up and jumping on the bed.

LILA: I'm getting hungry too, I'll make some Bertolli and we can watch Dexter

ME: Yeah, that sounds good as long as it's not the horrible spinach one. I guess after Dexter I'll play COD4.

12:45 A.M. Mommy Status: Up, but quiet. Daddy Status: Half way to dreamland. Baby Status: Almost there.

LILA: ...

ME:...

1:24 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: K.O. Baby Status: K.O.

1:47 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: K.O. Baby Status: K.O.

2:16 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: Up and confused Baby Status: K.O.

At this point I still had my shoes on and I usually find it hard to get comfortable when I have my shoes on. So I tried quietly as humanly possible to pull the velcro straps on my shoes, but as any kid in who grew up in the 80's knows, it's impossible to do. I managed to get my shoes off and get back in to bed without waking the baby and knew that my day had ended, COD4 would have to wait another day, Dexter would have to kill some other time, such is the way of baby and parents.

When I was awake at 2:16 A.M. trying to turn off the lights that had been left on, making sure the doors were locked, I actually contemplated staying up and either watch some idiot box or play XBox (hehe), but I totally decided against that idea when I couldn't tell the difference between a bottle of Water and a bottle of Bar-B-Que sauce.

Let me tell you BBQ sauce at 2:19 A.M. isn't the nicest thing in the world.

He's got my vote

For once, I don't feel like it's a race of the lesser of two evils. I feel like this really a chance for change. A chance to try and fix what this current abomination of administration has done to my country.

A lot of people are saying, "Hillary is my choice because she'll run the country like her husband." However, when she speaks all I see are dollar signs and agendas, something I just don't get from Obama during his speeches.

Vote Obama in '08! He's got my vote.

I always thought I was Black

I always pegged my self as a red or black player. Guess I was wrong.

Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.

In case you wondering what the hell I'm talking about, I'm just talking about Magic: The Gathering, baby.

So thin

I'm at the Apple store and I'm typing on the MacBook Air. Man this thing is so light, it makes my stomach hurt.

The Advantage

Here's a video I filmed of The Advantage playing a kick ass acoustic medley in Visalia at the Cellar Door.

Hey Bob, if you're reading this watch all the way until the end they play Marble Madness.

http://www.youtube.com/v/6twQBkMGtEk&hl=en;rel=0

The same old smell

I don't know if it's the pizza, the carpet or the smelly-snot-nosed kids running around like manics, but every time I walk in to Chuck E. Cheese -- no matter what kind of design it may have -- I am instantly transported back to my childhood. And the reason for this quasi-time travel is the damn smell.

As soon as I step foot through those big red doors, a memory hits me in the face like a Mack truck. I'm 7-years old and I'm holding my Dad's hand.

"Can I have some tokens now?" I say, looking up at my father.

"Sure, Son. After we eat our pizza." His big hairy hand squeezes my hand a little tighter as he looks around and surveys all the kids running around.

I always remembered shoving that Goddamn pizza in my face as fast I could so I could hurry up and play Skee-Ball. Man, did I love Skee-Ball.

Today, we took our daughter to CEC (you know, everything has to be hip these days.) and my how things have changed. The CEC that I can still vividly recall in my mind has undergone such a vast transformation -- and maybe it's just my childhood nostalgia turning in to bitterness -- but the place looks cheap now. I'm sure they've sunk a fortune in to remodeling the place, trying to update and modernize the joint. But to me, it's not the same anymore.

I remember when all it took to keep entertained and thrilled was a giant talking mouse (If I really wanna get nostalgic, I actually remember when it was Showbiz Pizza Time, with a giant Bear instead of a talking rat.), now a days, these kids need a blue screen and crazy non-stop videos.

Oh, and if you were wondering, the kid was scared to death of the place. Coincidence? I think not, my anthropomorphic friend.

Fix the Web

Wow this is the funniest tech talk about Firefox and Greasemonkey, ever.

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It almost sounds like the guy from Murrary from Flight of the Conchords.