Interesting Search

If you Google holiday shopping violence there's some interesting reading about the crazed rabid shoppers. I hate to be so dark, but any injuries incurred trying to obtain a stupid piece of shit game are deserved. Christmas needs to be altered to be more like Thanksgiving; about the food, not the gifts. So, here are the new rules:

a. gifts only given to kids younger than 10 or so (age negotiable)
b. gifts to adults should consist of a meal, a special food or time spent with a loved one

Black Friday indeed.

Best Fans in the Land???

Perusing the Dispatch today I didn't see a single report of car flipped over. Way into one of the articles on our heroes, I noticed they reported 32 arrests for misdemeanors. No details. Way to keep things unbiased and rosy Dispatch.

I saw the car flipped over on CNN Headline news.

Luckily only minor vandalism to my property and surroundings.

So far so good

So far, all's we've observed is really drunk kids getting primed for kickoff.

The only interactions I've had is with a couple of incredibly drunk, lost (kind of cute, oops, is my wife reading this?) girls looking for some party on 18th and Summit. They took the directions, looked a little confused and stumbled on.

It's Game Day!

This morning Suze and I took a walk to our local UDF for coffee (and her a beef jerky stick). The weather's nice (even at 6 am). It's going to be a rowdy day for the University District.

I saw this couch and all I could think was they were getting it ready for ignition. All I can say is I'm making sure the cell is charged as are my camera batteries. This thing is too close to my house to tolerate a fire. Keep you posted on gameday activities as they happen.

This afternoon we're taking our 3-year-old to watch the antics on Lane Ave. Try to give her an early glimpse of college football mania and point out some examples of how not to behave. Got to start early.

Brutus

More cool pics like this in the OSU Flickr group. Things are gonna get crazy tomorrow. The family and I are going to explore the Lane Ave area tomorrow prior to kickoff to get some good drunk shots. Stay tuned.

My latest attempt to survive selling a home with my child in tow

Just picked this up at the library last night on our night out. While reading it, Frankie was playing on the computer and Mom was reading by her side. I actually dozed off for a few minutes. Unfortunately, my catnap was ended abruptly by the sound of the library security guy tapping on my chair for me to wake up. Do I really look homeless?

Other link I live by to try to communicate with Frankie better:
My parenting idol, Dr. Sears.

Section that caught my eye:

Sixty five percent of our interactions with toddlers involve conflict, with an argument erupting every six to eight minutes. Four-year-olds take the cake, with seventeen [!!] conflicts per hour.

And , he cites a reference for that stat.

After this morning's struggle, I better get reading.

Oh no ...

Yesterday OSU beat NW. Goody. Next weekend the Michigan game is home and that's great - if you don't live in the University District.

This fine young lad, while not typical of most OSU students, represents an unfortunately large subpopulation of students who will be getting primed next weekend prior to the 3:30 kickoff. So, what can we expect next Saturday evening?

• Urination on our lawn.
• A variety of good domestic beer containers (empty), distributed on my lawn.
• Maybe a few burned sofas in the alleys near my home.
• An assault or two by fine young men like this one (this actually happened to me while sitting on my porch with my then 12 month old daughter a couple years ago by a drunken sot; his girlfriend pulled him away after he barfed on my lawn).
• A reprimand and possible suspension by the zero-tolerance Holbrook administration if any of these guys commit murder, assault, rape, etc.,.

Better take down the "For Sale" sign that evening lest it be used as a weapon.

I enjoy living amidst the students, but ever since OSU has become really good at football, the celebrations before and after the game have become ugly.

And we're scared.

The Hound Dog

If you know Columbus, you're familiar with the famous Basset Hound mounted on the delivery car for Hounddog's Pizza. I saw my favorite inanimate canine yesterday in the Giant Eagle parking lot and caught a quick image. However, astute fellow flickerite (?) asked "What happened to his rocket?"

Anyone know?

A spontaneous dog, a sick child, a house showing, dinner to prepare, and two hours of work (like professional work) to do.

That's my day. Wish me luck.

The dog hasn't pooped yet pooped in the basement, Frankie had a really rough night of coughing and our house is on display at 11:00 this morning for potential buyers. This should be an interesting day.

Update
Noon. No-show, so it seems. I start chopping onions and get out all my spices for dinner and get busy. Within minutes, Frankie is naked and engrossed in the Sponge Bob marathon and then, the realtor and potential buyers show up. Awesome.

I tidy up and get Frankie dressed in a record minute and a half and we're on the street for an hour. Oy. It's been a day.

How do I make the middle finger sign in words?

Go polling somewhere else.

It never fails. We live close to OSU and undoubtedly, when elections near, some bright-eyed youngster with a clipboard rings the doorbell, sends the dog into a panic attack; she barks, the kids shreeks, we stop eating dinner and visit the door (and usually I happen to bring along my 12" chef's knife) and tell them with no discussion whatsover, "Sorry, no thanks." and shut the door before they peep a word.

The family disruption notwithstanding, I think my aversion to these useless polls has to do with being pushed. If anyone tells me persistently to do something, I resist. No matter the cause. Apparently, I have authority issues or something.

If you don't know to vote because it's important, someone pestering you isn't going to make a difference.

Help St. Joe!

Well, 5 weeks, 9 showings, 3 open houses, $60 worth of fresh flowers replenished bi-weekly and no nibbles. Yeah, I'm pissed.

One more person utters the words "buyer's market " ...

Did I use the apostrophe correctly - oh shit I don't care.

Maybe I should use this fine piece of porcelain to bless our house for good fortune. Saw it on a dog walk this weekend. I don't think the people will mind if we borrow it.

Google bomb me. I want my legacy to be slime.

Visitor logs are funny and sometimes addictive. I try not to be bothered by them. They are a totally unnecessary distraction.

But, I can't help notice how many people visit here via Google by typing in slime recipe (no quotes). In the search results, currently on page 3, you'll find this post. It's really wicked awesome slime. I make it for myself once in a while so I can have a goofy office toy to play with. It has a consistency between slime and silly putty, doesn't smell and lasts for weeks.

So, go ahead and Google bomb me and make me famous for slime. Search the expression, hunt for my post in the first 3 pages and click.

I'll be famous.

Thanks.

Friday Links

1. Xmas comes early! Way to go Ted.

2. Very cool art.

3. I'm shooting for 10K a day. Most recently, I'm hitting about 38K/week. We'll keep at it.