Broadband Sewer

Google has announced that they are offering free broadband service, called TiSP.  The delivery system is extremely forward thinking... forget electricity... instead, use the local sewer system.  Installation is accomplished via their GFlush system and fiber-optic cabling. The best part is in their FAQ:

Why is TiSP in beta?
When things go wrong with TiSP, they go very, very wrong. Let's leave it at that.

Daylight Savings Boomerang

So, since it's been a bit since I've put anything up here, I should point out that spring is on the way, even the though the last time I made a post it was still last year.  Stupid daylight savings time changes.

A lot of things have happened in the last few months, although nothing was really noteworthy.  I managed to break my garage door somehow, got a new PC, had my stupid Christmas tree boomerang back to me, gone out for drinks with friends and coworkers (too many times?), and otherwise have generally made a nuisance of myself.  I was really good at keeping up with the last one.

In other words, everything is on track as expected.  Not much else to say besides that right now.  I have the ideas for a few additional posts, but in the last 2 months or so I've really had a case of laziness.  Sucks.

Christmas Is Here

I’ve been accused recently of being a bit morose.  True enough, but things have been a bit… hectic, lately.

Bastards.  Leave me along, I know the last few posts were shitty.  Grr.

At least Christmas is here.  The boys are back, fresh from a four-day run at their mothers apartment.  They’re both excited for Santa to show up… took until almost 11pm to get them to sleep.

But now they’re snoring, so I did my fatherly duty and put all of the presents out for them to devour in the morning.  Stockings are stuffed, the tree is both trimmed and properly gifted, and all that remains is the boys waking up and tearing the wrapping paper from the presents.  Then the trek to my parents’ house for more gift opening and fun.

Merry Christmas!

July 11th, 2005

It was a day that I intend to forget, but I doubt I’ll be able to.  I just came across the photos that I took the night my ex moved out without warning.  The events of the past 18 months or so haunt me from time to time.  Especially the weekends she takes the boys.

I had just returned from Minneapolis, and it was getting pretty late.  As I pulled into the driveway of the duplex, I noticed it looked different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Originally it was supposed to be a getaway weekend, where my supposed fiancée and I could spend a bit of time together without interruption.  We were supposed to go Milwaukee, and I had even made reservations at Sybaris, which is by no means cheap.  She had been down at her sister’s for quite a while, but didn’t give an indication that anything was wrong.

Towards the end of the week I ended up canceling the plans; apparently she didn’t want to go.  Since I had taken a few days off the following week, I at least wanted to do something.  My buddy Tim was moving to Minneapolis, so I offered to help him.

After I finished pulling the car into the garage, I opened the connecting door and found mayhem.  Stuff was everywhere, it looked almost as if we had been robbed. In the living room, things started to make sense.  Some stuff was missing, but other stuff wasn’t.  The expensive things, television, stereo equipment, was all there.  But lots of other stuff wasn’t there.  Her stuff.  She took everything she may have owned.  She even took down her new curtain rods, leaving the curtains in the corner and all of my belongings completely visible from the road.

As I canvassed the rest of the house, it quickly became clear that she had moved out.  And she took the boys with her.  No note, no indication that something had happened.  She was just gone… and took my life with her.

The worst was seeing the room the boys used to sleep in.  Virtually empty.  The entire house was like a tomb, so very quiet… but it wasn’t peaceful.  As I looked through the rooms I noticed that she had even picked through the toys, only leaving the ones that either I or my parents had purchased for the boys. I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Of course, people go through this kind of stuff all the time.  She and I had been having a rough time, and I had spent far too much time at work on a big project.  But was it really worth destroying a family?  I hadn’t expected it to happen, that’s for sure.

I called my landlord to close out the lease the next day.  Regardless of what happened, even if it could be fixed, I knew I couldn’t live there any longer.

The Elmo Experience

A few weeks ago I made a decision that I felt may have been hazardous to my health.  I opted to purchase tickets for the boys and I to Sesame Street Live - Elmo Makes Music.  I knew that no good could come from it, but I decided to press forward.  For the boys, I say!

To start things off right, we got a late start and ran into a ton of traffic generated by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, whose first show started one hour later than Sesame Street.  To be honest, I wasn’t aware that they were playing, and I was even more surprised when I learned how many people were there.  In my way.

It was at this point that I learned my first lesson.  See, in a concert or other presentation, floor seats are the way to go, right?  You get the best experience from the floor.

Except when the audience is only three feet tall.  Whoops.  The boys spent the entire show on my lap, etc., because the floor seats were simply folding chairs so they weren’t elevated in any way.  Good to know, that’s for sure.

Regardless, as soon as we sat down, the inevitable events began happening.  Carter decided he was hungry.  Never mind the large lunch he just ate; he saw that other kids had popcorn and set his mind to acquiring some of his own.  I put up a defense for about 15 minutes before I finally gave in.  Then, not even 20 seconds after we sat down from buying popcorn, Carter then informed me that he absolutely had to go to the bathroom.  So we went for a walkabout all around the Arena so that he could hit the bathrooms.

5-10 minutes after we sat down?  Fifteen minute intermission. “When’s Elmo going to be back on?” Grrr.

The show continued on to show a segment of Elmo’s World, which if you’ve ever watched Sesame Street, it is the single most annoying portion of the show.  The same rough idea happens each show regardless of the topic, as happened here also.  Except, wait, Mr. Noodle is black now.  Last time I remembered, he was white as could be.  So I checked it out tonight, and I was spot on.  The guy I had in mind stuck out in my head for some reason; turns out it was Michael Jeter who also had a role on the TV show Evening Shade and also a ton of other stuff.  Then I saw that he passed on a few years ago.  Whoops.  Oh well, I suppose creative license allows for many odd things.  Who danced very well, in my opinion.

All in all though, it wasn’t as bad as I was afraid it would be.  The boys definitely had a blast, although every hour or so they ask me where Elmo is.  Of course I provide the correct answer:  Hopefully they tossed his ass into the garbage can with Oscar the Grouch in order to get a little bit of the ass-kicking he has coming to him.  He’s on Sesame Street so that all the other little boys and girls can see him too.