Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Friday, April 29, 2005
Texas oil man and would-be dictator King George spoke out yesterday about energy, including the rising cost of fuel and his belief in the need for more nuclear power plants. Last night, Karel talked about this on KGO. His point was that Americans have gotten into the mindset that we somehow deserve cheap and plentiful power, simply because we're 'Murcans. Of course, this is not the case.
Last night, we had Cassie and Jake over while Johnny went to a ballgame with Craig (it was a birthday present). I picked up a couple of pizzas at Costco on the way home -- kids dig pizza. We had dinner and the kids played together. Eventually, all four kids ended up in the bathtub. At the same time.
There is a whole genre of video games that involve controlling an animated character in a martial arts battle. These are often extremely graphic and always very violent. Frequently, the characters are given some special power that they can use against their opponents -- spitting hairballs, making armpit farts, tap dancing poorly, and so on. You have to figure out how to avoid your opponent's special powers so you can get on with the business of destroying them.
Upgrading (and I use that term loosely) to a new version of the Windows operating system is very similar to encountering a new opponent in one of these games. You have to figure out how to deal with or disable all the new annoyances that have been added so that you can get your work done. So far, Windows XP is winning, but I'm not giving up just yet.
Oh, and can someone please explain what's up with billyboy's obsession with "cute" (read as "incredibly annoying and more of a hindrance than a help) animated assistants? First it was the hated paper clip and now it's a stupid dog in the file search function. Which, by the way, seems to be mostly worthless now -- anyone have any suggestions on where to get a functional replacement? (And please don't say "MacOS", because sometimes the truth really does hurt.)
Admittedly, I think it would have been better had I used straight peaches rather than the mixed fruit cups that were all I had on hand. I also think it would have been better had I not skimped on the pepper -- I really only put the tiniest bit since Rachel doesn't like black pepper, but I think it would have really helped. Next time, I'll alsocut the breasts in half so they're not so thick -- they'll cook faster and soak up more flavor that way.
Actually, it was so good that I'm considering preparing it on my night in Calistoga. (My wife's family spend a week together in Calistoga and all the men in the family take turns cooking dinner for the entire group.) I think it will be a big hit with both the gourmet types and those with simpler tastes. Plus, it will make me look good.
First, go read this. It's okay, I'll wait. Well guess what -- it's been nearly six years since I posted that.
Wee Sara is really getting around now. She really wants to walk which means she's going to. She's a pretty determined young lady, when she wants to be.
Why you should not fill out applications for preschools at the end of the day when you're really, really tired and cranky:
Just in the off chance that someone was wondering why I disappeared, once again windows on my laptop went kablooey.