Archive for August, 2007

Real Men on Pillows

Posted by Eugene in Internet on August 27, 2007

When Lynn told me about Daddy Dolls, I thought it sounded pretty silly. They basically take full-body shots of servicemen (and women) and print them on roughly body-shaped pillows, thereby creating “dolls” in the not-so-near likeness of their subjects. It was obvious to me right off that such a poorly executed idea would never catch on.

Except… I started looking at pictures of kids clutching their dolls, sleeping with them, dragging them around all over the place… and it sort of got to me. You realize that, based on biological odds, a lot of the folks serving overseas have children. But maybe (like me) you never stop to really think about those kids. It’s easy to think that their parents aren’t real people, but rather figures for the gloating political opportunists. They’re easily tabulated and moved from one column to the next, and from the “see, I told you this was a bad idea” box to the “let’s support our troops because it looks good to do so” box. But their kids don’t see it that way. There’s nothing special about military brats that endows them with the extraordinary ability to not miss a parent… they’re just kids, and maybe these dolls help a little. God bless them if they do.

And God bless free enterprise. This isn’t something you’d see spontaneously happening in China.

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Dude… I have a stable file s…

Posted by admin in Uncategorized on August 27, 2007

Dude… I have a stable file server again… finally… after all these years… sniff…… it’s just so… beautiful……

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Herr Modehosen

Posted by Eugene in Nonsense, Road Trip 2007 on August 27, 2007

Perry and I are taking off for the Panhandle on Thursday, and I worry constantly that he’ll get bored in the car. He’s fickle like that, and might lose interest in me if things get too dull, so I’ve come up with a list of things to keep him jumping for the whole 32 hours of the round-trip drive. My ideas, in no particular order:

Figure out how to sing Mr. Fancy Pants in German and do it often.
Take Lynn’s guitar and learn how to play it.
Invent games such as “name that smell” and “what’s more annoying than this?”
Speak only in limericks.
Drive with my feet.
Drive in the buff.
Drive with my feet while riding in the buff on the hood.
Pretend I’m a tiny bushman and speak only in clicks and squeaks when we stop to eat.
Think up hundreds of abusive Mad Libs.
Get the attention of the highway patrol and attempt to evade them.
Ride in the median as much as possible.
Stop at every mile marker and try to mark it.
Carry a constant supply of Jolt Cola to support the above (and other endeavors).
Loop “Shiny Happy People” the whole time.
Smoke my pipe the whole time.
Try to sit in his lap the whole time.
Repeat everything he says the whole time, with a German accent.
Signal fellow travelers with his currently-equipped underwear.
Constantly misuse words, like “exert” instead of “assert.” Have to exert my manhood.
Come up with a hundred new verses of “Beans, Beans, the Magical Fruit.”