Thursday, November 09, 2006

Apocolyptic Coke


This morning, as I was performing my daily ritual of keying in coke cap codes, I noticed that my accumulated rewards points reach apocolyptic heights. See there, in the upper right hand corner of the screenshot: 666.

I've been playing this rewards game since the start of the summer, convincing all my friends to send me THEIR cap codes by email, too. The system allows only 10 codes to be entered per day, and some days I've hit that quota ... especially when Ken Wester sends me one of his GIANT lists!

So what will 666 Coke Rewards points get me?

560 pts ...... Coca-Cola Leather Football
507 pts ...... Rawlings Bat Pack
290 pts ...... 1899 Coca-Cola Evolution T-Shirt

Nothing worth cashing in for yet, I'm still entering codes and holding out for the BIG prizes.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Sith Lord



I *wish* I had my own digital camera. Sometimes, I'll be driving down a highway, and I'll see something that strikes me as amusing, or beautiful, or interesting or just plain odd -- and I'll want my camera to capture the moment. But whereas the camera is "shared" by the family, I'm not allowed to carry it on my person all the time.

If I'd had a camera this morning, I would have caught a picture of the Black Saturn Ion in front of me (instead of downloading and using this crappy stock photo from the Internet).

Why was the Ion worth capturing in a Kodak moment? It was the license plates that made me /laugh: "SITH". Now I don't consider myself really "up" on Star Wars trivia; I've seen all 3 movies, and I think I've read a couple paperback novels related to the Star Wars universe. But I'd get creamed in a game of Star Wars Trivia, and probably only be able to answer a handful of Alex's questions in Star Wars Jeopardy. But I know that there were only TWO (2) Sith Lords, a Master and an Apprentice, and that if you're either one of those, it's probably not smart to go around advertising that on the vanity license plates of your Saturn Ion. It's definately one of those conditions covered under the "Don't ask, don't tell" clause.

I wish I'd had one of my kid's plastic light sabre's in the car. It would have been so funny to see the expression on the Sith Lords face when I walked up alongside his car at the traffic light, and pulled out my LIGHT SABRE!!!!

I shouldn't laugh. For all I know, I was driving behind Chad Vader:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wGR4-SeuJ0

Monday, November 06, 2006

The Science Lab: Week #1

I think we've made a decision to take Julian out of private school, chalking it up to a very bad mistake. We haven't told the school yet, or for that matter even Julian (although we've dropped hints here and there that we are not entirely happy with Presentation of Mary Academy). At the thought of returning to Weston school, he has some interest (he is looking forward to sharing class and recess with his best school friend, Connor), but also some regrets (Weston does not have a science lab like PMA does, Dad). Nevermind the fact that he won't be able to visit the PMA science lab until the 5th grade, it's something he's keenly interested in and will miss when he leaves PMA.

So, I suggested we build a science lab. Ever since the flood of 2006, in which the under half of my house was submerged beneath two feet of water, the basement has remained unused. Worse, we partially demolished it, tearing out wallboard and ceiling tiles, and leaving the floor littered with powdery debris. The cement floor is covered with glue patterns (which were used to hold down the wall-to-wall, saturated carpeting that got ripped out). Part of my suggestion to build our own science lab was an excuse to clean-up this clutter in the basement.

So this weekend, the three boys and I sat around the kitchen table, and laid out plans for our science lab (Phase I):

1.) Remove the glue patterns from what used to be the "finished half" of the basement

2.) Scrub / clean the floor, removing the fine layer of white wallboard dust

3.) Make a floorplan for tables, supply cabinets, and workstations

4.) Paint the floor

5.) Purchase tables, cabinets, chairs, office and lab supplies, etc. (help me, E-Bay, you're my only hope!)

Julian is SO EXCITED. After we made our plans, we went to the local hardware store to get some help, as I wasn't sure how to start with even step #1: removing glue from the basement floor. The bristle brush I had selected would never work, said the helpful man in the orange apron. Instead, he suggested we buy scrapers (4" wide razor blades on the end of foot-long plastic handles). I got two (one for myself, and one for Julian -- to see exactly how committed he was to this project). I also got 4 face masks, expecting each of the kids would be down in the basement with me, breathing in all that dust we're going to stir up, and two pairs of knee-pads. Lab Cost to Date: $37

To his credit, Julian really "stuck with it". We both nicked our hands while figuring out how to use our new razor-sharp work tools. After that sacrifice of blood, we worked for several hours and several sessions throughout the weekend. We managed to get about 30% of the floor glue scrapped up, and I think we'll be done with this first step before the next weekend. All the while, Julian is scheming with his brothers about the "projects" we should work on in the lab: grow some hamsters (maybe we could start with invisible hamsters, like Jimmy Neutron has in his lab, ok Dad?), take apart a television set, grow rock crystals, get a rock tumbler and turn some of his gem stones into smooth rocks, make a volcano, turn a potato into a battery, make some anit-matter (that might be tough one ...), and the list went on.

Yeah, science kits are going to be BIG on the Christmas Wish List this year, I think.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Sir Brad Defeats the Undead Horror!


More Haloween pics ... I told you it would become tortorous! These are more staged photo's in which I spent great time in considering poses of the central figures, and spent no time considering the backdrop. Ooops!

Here, Sir Brad of Manchester brings the Undead Horror to his knees, saving Batman in the process, so that the pair of them could continue on with Trick-or-Treating!! The Undead Horror, being undead, simply rose again ... and followed.

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