Thursday, August 24, 2006

Ronald McHummer

McSmoggy Deluxe!

My kids have a couple of the toy Hummers that McDonald's has been giving out. It's all pretty nasty, but they love the cars.

Anyway, you can make your own McDonald's sign at http://www.ronaldmchummer.com/. Hurry, before the corporate lawyers yank it down!

Beautiful

So the title of this entry is "Hot Library Smut."

And that's really what it is! Pure, unadulterated lustful images of...

Well, I won't spoil the surprise.

Enjoy!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

I stink...

...like squirrel whiz.

I have to clean my scooter soon. Squirrels have been sneaking into my garage and "marking" my scooter. Today isn't too bad, since I hosed the seat down with Febreeze. Yesterday, even if no one else noticed the smell, I did, and it was driving me to distraction.

Fluffy-Tailed Tree Weasel

And it makes my cats all goofy, too.

Tomato Cure for Cat Hangover

What did I drink?!

Dateline: Providence

Pablo the cat, seen here (above), tries the new miracle cure for cat hangovers -- tomato fumes -- after an all-night bender at "Hawaiian Nite."

I Feel...

...higher than a kite.

They're doing construction work in my library right now and the fumes are amazing. In the words on one of my cow-orkers (who had to leave due to the stench) "it's like working inside a plastic model airplane."

On a related note, the chickens here love me. They say it's because of my humor, but I know it's because I'm the only one who sees them skritching behind the Xerox machine.

Don't worry, chickens. I won't tell.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

http://www.wefeelfine.org/

I feel aardvarks should be granted voting privileges. That's just how I feel.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Other movies I probably won't see

Vegetarian horror film:

Steaks on a Plate

Vampire horror film:

Stakes through a Vein

Tailgater horror film:

Brakes in my Lane

Poets' horror film

Yates has been Slain

Shipping horror film:

Crates on a Train

Superman II:

Dates Lois Lane

Roger Ebert writes:

Fakes on the Wane

My own personal horror film:

Aches in the Brain

Okay, all together now, "The snakes in
Spain fall mainly on the plane."
(Nice work, Julie. Audrey, I can't hear you.)

Friday, August 18, 2006

So they're inflatable?

This headline taken from EuroNews:

French blow to expanded UN peacekeeper force

(My son reads this blog, so please keep your comments PG rated, folks.)

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Saturday, August 12, 2006

How to Change a Very Poopy Baby

Here's a tip for you fathers out there, based on true-to-life experience: How to change a very poopy baby when you only have ONE wipe.

First. Preparation is everything. Make sure that your wife isn't home. This saves a lot of time as you won't be tempted to shout questions like, "Honey? Did you know we're out of baby wipes?" This is a stupid question, anyway, and will only serve to make you look like one of those totally incompetent TV dads.

Also crucial, know what you are getting into. It is always important to have some idea what's inside the diaper BEFORE you open it. In my case, it was the smell that eventually drew my attention away from the computer. Usually this is not an easy feat. Lucky, the baby was quite pungent.

Upon getting the baby onto the changing table, count the wipes (one) and then check the baby's clothes and back. This will let you know if the baby has, you know, "exploded." Now, a lot of dads will tell you that the only thing you can do with an exploded baby is give her a thorough swirl in the toilet. I disagree. The tub works just as well. Anyway, for the purposes of this tutorial, let's say that it's "bad" but not "real bad" and move on.

Next, give the baby something to play with other than what's in her diaper. Remember, preparation is everything and a handy doodad or geegaw can be a real lifesaver, especially with "the girl with the curious hands". "Oo, look sweetie! A rattle!" Of course, it doesn't have to BE a rattle. "Oo, look sweetie! A jar of Vaseline!" works just as well. Remember, if the kid isn't smart enough to use the toilet yet, she's probably still impressed with common, nearby objects.

Now, with one hand on the baby -- wouldn't want her to fall off the changing table (again) -- search frantically for where Mommy keeps the extra wipes. Make note of where you find the hairclips for the next time you can't find those.

No luck? Of course not. The next step is to forage around the house WITH the baby. (Remember: baby + falling off the changing table = bad.) Luckily you are an expert at contingency planning so you didn't open the diaper all the way. If you had... Well, it would be unpleasant. Speaking of which, try not to put the full weight of the baby on her diaper whilst carrying her around. (See "explosions," above).

Note: You will not find wipes during your frantic scan of the house. Don't bother, they aren't there. I checked already. What you are looking for is baby wipe stand-ins. Something that will work almost as well. Something like... toilet paper! Genius! Hey, it works on you pretty well, right?

Okay, swipe the roll from the bathroom. You can replace it later. And if you forget, screw it. You don't use the stuff much more than once a day anyway, right? Besides, it's a vengeance thing: Let's see how the rest of this household deals with being under-equipped in crucial situations.

Now you are ready to go back to the changing table. One last very important tip: Save the wipe for last! You only have one, and you've got to make it count.

Success! Dude, you rock. Give yourself a pat on the back -- after you wash your hands, of course.

That's all for this week, guys. Be sure to tune in next time when we'll cover "Household accidents: how to make it look like the pet did it."

Friday, August 04, 2006

Best Friends

TL4eva

Harry and his buddy, Pablo.

(Or, as he calls him, "Plablo.")

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Chalker



Normally, when we catch one of our kids marking up the place, we reward their graffiti with a stern "no no" and make them help clean it up.

Now we're contemplating painting the 'fridge with that "chalkboard" paint and letting Gilly go to town on it.

We must be getting worn down.