RoadWAP

Our episode today pits 16 feet of picket fencing on a Ford Escort wagon against a pretty good wind storm. Escort wins.

I just learned how to tell your direction without a compass, using an analog wristwatch: Orient the watch so the hour hand is parallel to a thin shadow, like a stick in the mud. The imaginary line bisecting the hour and the 12 (or 1 for DST) is the noth-south line (the sun rises [...]

While shopping for toys we came across a pink Ouija board for girls. There are so very many things wrong about this. And I can only assume the boys’ version is blue. Apparantly faux wood wasn’t good for either sex, after all.

Not to be a party pooper, but our power goes out for an hour almost every month. Still, it is the thought that counts, right?

Something tells me there is more wrong here than mere orientation.

I invited all of my friends to this gathering, and still my brother in law is a no show.

They finally hit my price point with the micro PCs, so I finally got one. Now I can post updates from this as well as my phone! Oooo… Aaahhh…
It feels so weird to be using (nearly) full-sized keys.

The boy won a first place ribbon in the annual art show this year. The awards show was also a mini talent show. An all-girl, seventh-grade band won our hearts, though, with “Our Lips Are Sealed” and Ozzy’s “Crazy Train.” When I was a boy, such talent would have been heartily discouraged. Glad to see [...]

The Allen Museum of Art in Oberlin is quite nice, actually. The only wifi I saw in town is not worth mentioning, however.

Finally got the new pre amp, so we are back in vinyl heaven. Ratt is pounding out “Wanted Man”… The wife is not amused. But the pre-amp has a blue eye.