You know that cliché old adage about someone bringing the weather from where their from when they come for a visit? Well, the Queen of England, along with her husband Prince Philip, are in Richmond today to celebrate the 400th Anniversary of the founding of Jamestown, VA. Yesterday in Richmond was about 90° F and sunny. Today is overcast and in the upper 50’s. Honestly, Your Majesty; you’re not really visiting if you bring everything from home with you. I’m just saying.
Resonance (by Randall Munroe aka xkcd). I love xkcd and this one is great. I calculate floor vibration frequencies all the time! (This comic reproduced under a Creative Commons A‑NC 2.5 License)
So Angela and I have been reading some different books on pregnancy. Okay, she’s been doing most of the reading so far as she has about five different books. I bought one, titled Pregnancy Sucks for Men: What to Do When Your Miracle Makes You BOTH Miserable, which is a fairly entertaining read as well as informative, although I could do without some of the patronizing man-humor. I interested in my kid more than the football game and I don’t need some other guy to tell me in a burly voice that’s the cool thing to do.
Anyway, Angela’s nightstand has become a pile of pregnancy related information. From her prenatal vitamins to her Fit Pregnancy magazines, to her stack of pregnancy books, she’s been reading a lot lately. Of course, when you’re going to have a baby, the de facto handbook is What to Expect When You’re Expecting. Everyone reads this book when they’re about to have a baby (It even showed up in an episode of last year’s ill-fated sci-fi show Invasion, with the mother-to-be Larkin reading the book). I think they must pay OB-Gyns to hand it out. However, it wasn’t until Angela and I spent some time in the pregnancy section of our Barnes & Noble that I notice something about the cover of this book, as well as the cover of the associated book (also on Angela’s nightstand) What to Expect: Eating Well When You’re Expecting:
See the pattern? This woman does not seem very happy about her child-to-be. What I don’t understand is, if you’re drawing a model for the cover of your book, can’t you draw them anyway you want? Why not draw them happy? Wouldn’t selling pregnancy has a cause for joy help you sell more books about that subject?
In looking some of these up, I came across the Spanish version of this book:
I don’t get it. If you speak Spanish, you’ll be happy about being pregnant? Nonsense. We’re happy. A lot more than the depressed woman on the cover of Angela’s books, who looks as though she may give up at any moment.
In case you were wondering, I’m the 265th Jason on Google, as of today. Also, in case you were further wondering, I am prone to short fits of vanity in between periods of actually having a life.
A Swedish man’s appendix burst while waiting at the front of the line to get a Wii so the store manager held his place for him during a 48 hour stay at the hospital. The appendix patient still was the first person to receive a console from that store. And I thought the people working at Target here were really nice!
Well, we made it back to Richmond late last night and were safely back at our jobs today. What was supposed to be a relaxing trip to Tennessee to help sort through some of Angela’s old things turned out to be a full on moving experience! We got most all of her parents’ things from the old house to the new one, though. This was in no small part due to the help of friends and family who came over to lend a lot of help. Jason Johnson and Kevin O’Mara earned more thanks than all of us could ever give them by showing up on very short notice and working very hard without complaint to move a lot of furniture. My mom and younger brother also spared some of their respective days off to come and lend a hand. Just knowing that you have people in your life that will help out like that really makes you realize how lucky you are. I know you heard it so much you probably thought it was a skipping record, but I just want to put in writing for all the internet to know: thank you all so much for your help. It meant so much to me, Angela, and my in-laws for you to put in hours of labor for us.
I learned something new about my wife that I honestly either didn’t know or just hadn’t been able to grasp what it meant until now. She owned more stuffed animals than a carnival ball toss booth. She wasn’t the kind of girl in college that kept them out on her bed during the day or anything, thank goodness. No, they had been hidden like Al Capone’s loot in the back of a never opened and thoroughly filled closet since she was a little girl. Upon rounding the corner one morning while carrying boxes, I saw what honestly made my draw drop: shelves from floor to ceiling of stuffed animals. There were Care Bears, My Little Pony, Cabbage Patch Dolls and Pound Puppies. She even had a stuffed Pac Man (although apparently my wife had completely forgotten the waka-waka Pac Man sound effect as she clearly demonstrated to me…). It was amazing. Sadly, no real photographic evidence was made of just how much stuff was stuffed on those shelves since there was too much sweating and cursing going on at the moment to make me want to find the camera. However, it was really an amazing sight.
While I had really hoped to get a lot more done at the new house in the way of lighting, fixtures, and arranging, most of the time in Cookeville was spent just hauling stuff. Dave and I did manage to get at least one ceiling fan installed in a guest bedroom (which will be known as the Angela suite for now on), but not without some trouble. We quickly got the old light fixture down and the new one up in it’s place, but in my haste I didn’t do a very good job of providing a solid wiring connection. In the process of getting the fan in place, one or both of the wires came loose and the fan of course then couldn’t work on an open circuit. Grumbling, Dave and I took it down and I got a good, sound connection at both wires. Hoping to be sure that this was just my poor wiring skills and not some sort of more difficult problem with wiring elsewhere or the fan itself, I decided to test the fan before actually getting everything put back together. There’s a reason that step is left out of the instructions. While the fan was hanging by the temporary hook which allows for some working room to connect wires, I flipped the switch. Well, an un-weighted fan gets to top speed very quickly and the mass of the fan motor pull the hook off of the ceiling mount in an instant. The motor weighed enough to pull itself free of even my now very substantial wire splice and came speeding straight down onto the bed below. While a very old mattress, there was plenty of bounce to pop the motor back up into the air and off of the bed onto the (very) hardwood floor below. The fan was moving a fairly good clip and the delicate brass metal and plastic relays stood little chance of surviving impact. In front of my brother and mom and in the span of about a second I went from triumphant electrical problem solver to a rather embarrassed brother, son, husband, and engineer. After a fairly short silence, Dave’s roaring laughter made us all feel a little bit better about just how hilarious what we had just watched was.
We quickly went over to Lowe’s and bought an identical fan and had the second up and working in less than ten minutes after getting back to the house. The lesson here: just wire it right in the first place and don’t try and test things in what are obviously stupid ways. Wait, that’s not even a lesson; that’s just plain common sense. Something that I would really regret having misplaced that afternoon were it not for just how really entertaining it was to watch that fan motor take flight.
The bad news after this trip, other than just how tired and sore Angela and I both are, was that we didn’t get to see my big brother or my Dad and his wife, Susan, at all. Unfortunately, there just wasn’t time for us to get to do a lot of the things we really wanted to during this trip because what had to be done took a lot of time. Anyway, we’ll have all that much more to enjoy come the Christmas holiday season and it sure was good to have the Dyers moved. I know their going to enjoy their new home and we’ll enjoy getting to visit.
After seeing this photo, I’m going to plead with Heather and Jon Armstrong to trade Chuck for Maggie and Harry.
Here’s a fun second for you: Happy 01:02:03 4/05/06!
The Guardian has a piece on spam poetry, or
spoetry. I wrote about some of the better spoetry that I had recieved which was in the form of blog comment spam. The poetry there reminded me of Japanese Haiku, although it was longer so you couldn’t say it one breath. I still say it’s better than the stuff I get via e‑mail (via Kottke).
The Five Most Dangerous Children’s Books Ever Written, According to Sean Hannity. On The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain:
It should also be noted that Twain, who invented cancer and hates puppies, is not even using his real name. Samuel Clemens, wherever you’re hiding, if you have any integrity, you will appear on my show and defend your irrational and unpatriotic beliefs.