Monday, December 12, 2005

Christmas Shopping

I got to go Christmas shopping for my son this weekend. He's three years old, full of energy and, like all 3 year old boys, loves to rough-house. So I'm wandering through the toy iles of Target when I come across the Nerf dart gun section. Now these are cool - they have air powered dart guns, auto-loading dart guns with 8 dart magazines, bow and arrow dart guns... I ended up with a spring operated single shot pistol... with a laser sight. Every kid needs a dart gun with a laser site! Where were these when I was a kid?

Now I know there are poeple out there who think its horrible that I let my kid play with guns. And, after carful consideration of these compelling and well researched arguments, I kindly suggest that these people kiss my ass. If you are offended by this recommendation, please try not to be offended so easily.

Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Sockman

I am Sockman.
I pursue three year old little boys
Pelting them with dirty socks until they collapse
Then tickle them mercilessly
I am Sockman. Fear me.

Note: The above blog is the result of a supernatural amount of stress, sleep deprivation, and child rearing. The author assumes no responsibility- for anything - at any time. Period.

Monday, November 14, 2005

More Dragon Meat

"What are we having for dinner daddy?"

"Dragon meat. Want to see?"

I lift Sean up to see the lump of tritip that's sitting on the kitchen counter. He ohhs and ahhs.

"Where did you get that dragon meat, daddy?"

"I got it at the grocery store."

"No way." He's figured out, there no such thing as dragon meat...

"That's the dragon that attacked you and you took his head off!"

Somehow it's more plausible that I killed and butchered a dragon in my own home than to buy pre-butchered dragon meat at the store. Oh well, he still ate it...

Friday, November 04, 2005

Dragon Sandwiches

"What happend to your arm, daddy?"

Think fast. "A dragon bit me!"

"no way!"

"Yep. I was walking down the hall and a dragon jumped out and bit me on the arm! So I grabbed him by the neck, yanked off his head, sliced him up and had him on a sandwich!"

"oh... I like dragon sandwiches!"

I've been busy

I haven't posted for a really long time. There are three good reasons for this.

#1: On August 19th, 2 years, 364 days, and 12 hours after my son was born, we had a daughter. Evelyn Therese. I have no idea how to post pictures on this thing, so you'll have to check out her mommy’s page (hit the link dummy)

#2: Work has been insane. My company has hired three people to help with my workload. Two have been fired and the last one up and quit.

#3: I'm inherently lazy, and blogging has not been a priority. Sorry. Killed another black widow on Wednesday though. 25 for the season.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Updated body count

As of last Field Visit:

24 Blackwidows crush mercilessly and countless orphans left behind.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Teaching

One of the great thing about teaching karate is that you can really take out the effects of a bad day on some unsuspecting poor sod and pawn it off as nothing more than just hard-core training that's good for building character.

On Wednesday night I got stuck teaching the white-belt class. The usual instructor screwed up his back and needed me to sub for him. This is normally not a problem, and I usually like to take the adult beginners - usually.

Wednesday was a rough day - I spent almost the entire day dealing with government bureaucracies and general incompetence, so that by the time I left the office, I was in a pretty bad mood and needed to hurt someone. And Behold - a fresh white belt arrives to appease me!

We got through our typical warm-up routine and headed to the back room (the intermediate and advanced class takes the main room) and I started him off on kicks. Actually we only did two kicks (front snap and roundhouse)... in great repetition...broken down by sub-part. Knee up, pause... extend foot, pause... retract foot, pause... set down. Twenty or thirty on each leg (I pretended to count, but didn't really), then moved to the roundhouse kick. With five minutes left on the clock, I set him in a horse stance and told him that this was a great breathing exercise and built character. The poor bastard will probably be barely able to walk today.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

This is priceless

I can't take credit for this, but there is much truth in it:


Dave Carr of the CyberDojo wrote:
I collected these over the years - the first is widely available - do not remember where #2 came from - #3 is from one of Dave Lowry's books.

cup of tea #1: A professor visited a Master to inquire of Zen. Anxious to get to important matters, the professor nonetheless politely accepted the master's offer of a cup of tea. The Master filled the professor's cup and continued pouring as the cup overflowed. Surprised, the professor exclaimed, "The cup is full; no more will go in!" To this the Master replied, "Like this cup, you are filled with your notions and preconceptions. How can I teach you of Zen unless you first empty your cup?"

cup of tea #2: Master Ho had journeyed far from his monastery to meet the famous Zen master, Master Chan. Once the two masters were properly introduced, Master Ho and Master Chan sat down to tea. Master Chan appeared to be somewhat young, and the more he spoke, the more apparent it became that he was inexperienced. Still, he seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice very much, as he expounded on his own theories, most of which completely ignored the wisdom of thousands of years. Master Ho listened patiently for quite awhile. Finally, he attempted to explain that perhaps Master Chan's disdain for traditional concepts came from the fact that his knowledge of them was only superficial, and before he condemned them, he should first seek to understand them. Almost immediately, Master Chan took his teacup, reached over, and poured the tea into Master Ho's cup. Naturally, as Master Ho's cup was already full, it overflowed and spilled all over the table. "To taste my tea," said Master Chan smugly, as the tea flowed down and dripped all over the startled Master Ho, "you must first empty your cup." Master Ho leaped to his feet as the hot tea scalded his lap, walked around the table, and proceeded to bounce Master Chan off the wall, many, many times. When he was finished, he looked down at the not-so-smug master, lying on the floor, and said, "Before you try to fill up my cup with your tea, you must first be sure it's worth tasting!"

cup of tea #3: I'd brought to my sensei's attention a man who, according to media reports, was able to throw multiple attackers without even touching them. Sensei expressed some derision, but I persisted, taking the opportunity to use a phrase I'd just read and wanted very much to employ dramatically. "Shouldn't I keep an open mind about the possibility of such things? Shouldn't I empty my cup of tea?" Sensei laughed uproariously. Tears came to his eyes he laughed so hard, and finally he sputtered, "Empty cup, full cup, doesn't make much difference if you can't tell tea from horse piss!"