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  1. Email Rules to Live By – Kid Edition

    November 2, 2009 by EDubya


    Judging by an entirely unscientific polling of my parenting cohorts, I fall just about in the middle as far as what age I will allow the kids to have their own email address. They want it so badly, so very badly. Large, being the household guinea pig for all privlidges that come with age, was anxious, doomed to eternal nerdity among his peers (or so he thought) if he didn’t have an one, and despite the fact that we are of the last generation that can tell their kids, “When I was your age, I didn’t have email, and I didn’t die of deprivation in a lonely pool of my own frustration and burgeoning tween angst, so put that in your pipe and smoke it.”, he got one. He was 9.

    We didn’t use an email platform designed for kids. We used Gmail. The spam filter is actually pretty darn good, which was concern number one. I didn’t want V14GR4 ads showing up in his email inbox. Having been around the internet block a few thousand times, we set up some conditions under which this account could exist. I think they are pretty good guidelines, so I’m sharing them here. Some are about safety online and some are just meant to keep a kid from being THAT KNUCKLEHEAD that you never want to obtain your email address for correspondence.


    1. I will have your password and access to your email account 24/7, whenever and wherever they want. You will have zero privacy. None. Zilch.


    2. I will have your email sent directly to my phone, so I will see not only every message you send, but every single piece of mail you receive. I can and will block particular senders (read as your friends) from being able to send you mail when they send things I don’t think are appropriate.


    3. Your email address will not be your actual name, nor will your last name appear anywhere on your account. This is non-negotiable.


    4. YOU WILL NOT FORWARD CHAIN MAILS OR STUPID JOKES.


    5. If you break rule no.4, you will NEVER forward anything anywhere while including anyone else’s email address as a cc. Doing so is akin to providing a perfect stranger all your friends’ names and cell phone numbers, and it is a violation of their privacy and EXTREMELY LAME NETIQUETTE. Know how a bcc works if you MUST forward something.


    6. If you persist in breaking rule no.4, do not ever forward any email sent to you from another person without their permission. That is another violation of their privacy and just plain rude.


    7. You will not talk about any of your classmates in anything but extremely polite terms via email. EVER. You NEVER KNOW where your emails will end up. Don’t be that kind of tool.


    8. Do not ever share your password, and do not ever click “remember me” when logging into your email from someone else’s computer. In fact, just don’t log into your email on anyone else’s system.


    9. Do not sign up or register at any websites with your email address without my EXPRESS PERMISSION and SUPERVISION or your ASS IS GRASS.


    10. Danger, there be dragons. Do not enter the realm of the SPAM folder. This one is actually managed better now, with the advent of the latest GMail tools release which allows you to hide entire folders from view. Monkey no see. Monkey no do.



    Plenty of the kids’ friends and classmates have had email from a very early age, while some friends of Large *still* don’t have it. There is really no reason they need it, other than they will likely use it to communicate with other human beings for most of their life and their classmates is a good a place as any to practice. I’d rather they learn the ins and outs while I still have them under my thumb. Come to think of it, I think we probably all have some adults in our address book that would have been well served by having these sort of rules beaten into habits for them. You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb.


    ahem.


    I know I’ve forgotten some of our rules. Feel free to add your own in the comments.

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  2. Bored to Death

    November 1, 2009 by EDubya


    No, not me…probably you if you are reading this, but I’m talking about the TV show. If you have HBO and you haven’t started watching, you are truly missing out. Jason Schwartzman is just so great, as is Zach Galifianakis and Ted Danson.

    This all means that Sunday night is flush with TV possibilities, at least for the time being. Which leaves me very little time to think of any thing good to write. So you get this, a recommendation.

    Here is a clip.

    Enjoy.


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  3. Night In Pictures

    October 31, 2009 by EDubya

    Brain Hemmorages

    SomeToast

    Brett

    The Vet and the...whatever that is.

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  4. My Dad Reads This Blog

    October 30, 2009 by EDubya

    Dad Boy Scout

    And he told @aaronh that he likes it, so here is one of my favorite pictures of him.

    It should also be said that I have been totally pushed aside in tech support capacity for @aaronh. Sure, he’s better at it than I am, but still. Actually, I quite like not being lead geek in the family. Frees up my hands for eating ice cream while they troubleshoot. I can’t be expected to manage a chocolate covered vanilla ice cream bar AND the phone AND my laptop at the same time. That’s just madness.

    Also, this gives me plenty of time to try costumes on the cats. I bought two, a chicken costume and a court jester hat. They were minimally successful, but if you want to see what happens when cat really LIKES wearing one of those get ups, check out @tinyernesto here. He’s a bit of an oddball, from his six fingered paws to his enormous skunk-like tail. Reports are in that he was actually PURRING during this exercise.

    The cats are just going to have to suck it up and wear their costumes tomorrow. It is no different than forcing the kids into school uniforms, right? I mean, how many days have I been punished for making Small put on a “button shirt” for school. They have to be team players for Halloween, even if we have to force them. Okay, that’s not true. Never force anyone into anything when their recourse is to pee all over your house. That’s a good rule to live by.

    Also, hairballs. Nuff said.

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  5. Halloweens of Yore

    October 29, 2009 by EDubya


    I have had some stellar costumes, most of which I have no pictures of, of course. You’ll have to take my word that they actually existed and that they KILLED.

    There was the jawa costume the year Star Wars came out, complete with glowing red LED eyes. From across the street, with my tiny stature and the dark, I looked absolutely authentic. That was the only time I have ever had people call their entire family to the door to check out my get up while I trick or treated.

    There was the year that I brought my mom a barbie dress a couple weeks before Halloween and she made an exact replica for me to wear. I was a Parisian barbie. Translation: I looked like a saloon girl, pretty much like a child hooker.

    I had a most excellent troll costume one year in college. My hair was bright red and sprayed up into the identifying troll coif. I had to drive around with my sunroof open to accommodate the height.

    Several years in elementary school, I went as a hobo, but I’m thinking that isn’t a pc costume these days. (Speaking of which, playing a charades game the other day with the kids, I put the word “hobo” into the bowl. I thought they would pantomime walking around with a bindle over their shoulder, like some kind of cartoon. Boy was I wrong. Much to my horror, Small got the card and promptly sat slumped against the wall like he was dazed and drugged. Not my finest parenting moment, but I swear to GOD, I never thought he would interpret it that way. Also…we have video.)

    One year, I went as a “has been” and probably look startlingly similar to that costume on an everyday basis now.

    The year Pulp Fiction came out, I was Uma. I actually still have that wig and every once in a while I can talk the kids into wearing it for five seconds while I howl with laughter.

    If I had to pick my best costume EVER, it would be a toss-up between the jawa and this one. If I had to do it again, there would be a lot more “blood”.

    Carrie

    Try to ignore what looks like a frat house movie set in the background.

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  6. BBQ Baked Beans

    October 28, 2009 by EDubya

    Recipe crutch.

    1 large can (1lb, 12 oz) B and M Baked Beads

    1 large can (1lb, 12 oz) Van Kamps Baked Beans (its in a tomato sauce; drain off the sauce)

    1 16 oz. can kidney beans

    1 16 oz. can black beans

    2 good sized onions

    ¼ cup yellow mustard

    ½ cup dark, full flavor Brer Rabbit molasses

    ¾ cup Kraft original BBQ sauce

    1 lb. bacon cut in approximately 1 inch squares

    OPTION: Add 1/3 cup Jalapeno Peppers, diced

    In a large fry pan cook bacon pieces, but don’t let them get too crisp and dry. Drain off all fat and then pat pieces in pan with paper towels to remove more fat.

    Chop onions, add to bacon in pan and cook until translucent.

    Put onion-bacon mixture in large casserole dish sprayed with Pam.

    Add remaining ingredients, mix well and bake at 325o for 1½ hours. Remove lid, stir well and continue to bake until liquid looks thick, about 1 hour.

    Remove from oven to cool to serving temperature.

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  7. Amusements of the Common Man

    October 27, 2009 by EDubya


    And by “common man”, I mean the poor sap with the super common last name.

    Before I got married the first time, I had one of those last names that no one could pronounce correctly the first time. It was a great measure by which to screen phone calls. When they asked for Ms. WRONGPRONUNCIATION, I immediately knew they were a solicitor and that Ms. RIGHTPRONUNCIATION had no time for them. It wasn’t one of those multi-syllabic Afrikaans names that even *looks* incomprehensible. It was a fairly straightforward German, one syllable name. One would think it would be NO problem.

    I was a little excited at the prospect of having a name that any bonehead could pronounce correctly at first, but since I pulled the switcheroo to Ms. COMMONNAME, there have been a host of instances where this has bitten me on the ass, like when some hospital billed a child’s ear tube surgery to me, even though we were not related. There have been minor frustrations, like it takes forever to look me up in a database and differentiate me from the other million COMMONNAMES. There were the times I went to pick up prescriptions and nearly left with the medicine of some other person similarly cursed with the EXACT SAME NAME. Dime a dozen, I tell you.

    There is one fairly amusing side effect of this predicament, and that is the amount of misdirected email I get to my very COMMONNAME at gmail.com. I get invited to random parties in other parts of the country. I’ve had my schedule for waiting tables at some kind of restaurant/bar three states away emailed to me, to which I replied “I quit!”.

    This week, I’ve had not only the duty schedule for the emergency services of a county in Pennsylvania mailed to me TWICE, but two criminal profiles of folks for whom they are searching. I haven’t opened those. I gleaned enough from the preview to know that I DON’T WANT TO KNOW. For a good week or more last summer, I was cc’d on a family’s emails with their attorney regarding the refi of a piece of property they owned jointly.

    I also routinely get membership information sent to me for websites where the person that signed up clearly typoed my very COMMONNAME in the email address for their registration. I’m looking at you, REI and Monster.com. Can you imagine the havoc I could have wreaked with access to someone’s Monster profile? A more nefarious person, or maybe a me with a few glasses of wine, may not be so nice next time. Also…Kaylee, your parents are not going to validate your registration and grant you “chat privileges” on that Disney site you signed up for because you sent the request to me, and I’m a total hardass.

    By far, my favorite recent missend is this one. Names have been removed to protect the innocent.


    XXXX,

    I don’t know if this is your correct email adress, I lost the piece of paper I wrote it down on… I hope everything is going well over there. I miss you very much =( before i spill my guts out I want to make sure this is the right adress lol!

    I LOVE YOU!!!

    XXXX =)


    That’s pretty ballsy. I’m not sure I have ever declared my love for someone I didn’t know well enough to have their email address.
    I wrote back and let them know they were barking up the wrong tree. I hope they found their guy.

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  8. I’m Talking to You Through a Laser

    October 26, 2009 by EDubya


    That’s what my dad told us, my friends and I, when we wandered down to his lab to see what he was working on. He was and is always working on something. At that point, he had a mic set up in the basement and the sound was somehow being transmitted via laser. I kid you not.

    When my dad was still in undergrad at Stanford, he and my mom and older brother lived in the married student housing available to families on campus. They were tiny places stacked next to each other. On the occasions that they were invited next door to dinner and my brother needed to sleep, they would walk next door and enjoy the company of their friends safe in the knowledge that they could hear any move my brother would make in his crib because of the one way radio my dad rigged that sat near his crib. It was a baby monitor, you know, like EVERYONE has now, except it was 1963.

    I’m sure there are countless other things that I never heard about. I definitely heard about the laser thing, and it’s predecessor, which consisted of point to point microwave communications, upon which he built a company. He and a couple of the other guys even got to go to Reagan’s ranch to set some up as a test.

    The point of all of this being, of course, that I am my father’s daughter, and if he can do all these things, I can certainly bend time and pretend that I did not forget to post yesterday today.

    I am officially a time traveler.

    Posted.

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  9. One Stone, Two Millenium Falcons…er, birds.

    October 25, 2009 by EDubya


    Fantastic new toy (D40) arrived on Friday. Thanks, Dad! I only got to rattle off a few test shots so far, but it has been a distinct pleasure, let me tell you. I had just gotten finished sharing some photos with the kids from powerpig. He’s got a great collection of photos of Lego and Star Wars figures in all kinds of action by themselves and with some cooperative chipmunks. If you haven’t checked them out, you really must. He also sells prints and tshirts. Buy. Buy. Buy.

    The kids wanted a few shots of their own with their Galactic Heroes toys. Two birds. One stone. I got my test shots and they got their “ode to powerpig“.

    Big Taun Taun

    There’s a couple more here.

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  10. Search is On.

    October 24, 2009 by EDubya

    Our kids have fairly limited reign on the internet. That’s what happens when your parents spend entirely too much time on the interwebs, especially if one of them does what I do for a living. They get to play a little Club Penguin. They go to MiniClip. They go to Amazon.

    When Small is looking around on Amazon, he is invariably searching for items to fill out his Christmas list, no matter what time of year it is. I usually get a little heads up on what he’s looking for because he asks for the spelling of the words that are confounding him.

    “Mama, how do you spell ‘chemistry set’?” Now, *that’s* what I want to hear. He wants something with learning potential.

    “Mama, how do you spell ‘thermal camera’?” I blame The Othersiders for this. It’s still semi educational, even though he wants it for ghost hunting purposes, right?

    This is the search I found on the lingering Amazon tab in my browser tonight.

    Paint Ball Guns.  Yay.  Guns.

    Mistakenly finding himself in the Kindle section of the site is probably the only thing that kept him from actual paint guns. He might actually believe they don’t sell them. We’ll let him think that for now.

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