Dec 202014

The boys and I got up and knocked out the cards this morning. I’m not sure we’ve managed as early as December 20 in several years.

For such a connected and gadgeted-up guy, my Christmas card workflow is surprisingly primitive. We only send out 60 or so cards, and I can remember names and addresses for about half of them. For the others I have a hodgepodge of envelopes and the church directory, and I sit in the recliner with a lap desk and a pen and assembly-line with the boys, who take care of return addresses, stuffing, and stamping.

Every year I sit down and think “why don’t I have this automated?” Then every year I also stop caring completely about an hour after it’s done. So there would be the answer.

In other Christmas happenings, I am still basking in the afterglow of the wonderful party Jennifer and Stephenie of Rocket City Mom held at The Melting Pot on Thursday night for their regular contributors. Sam was the only other Rocket City Dad in attendance, so we both marinated in estrogen all night. (Absolutely no complaints. My wheelhouse, baby.)


It was such a blast to be around so many funny and intelligent people (with truly large quantities of each trait). We’re all so busy that it’s tough to get any quantity of us together, so I’m glad this many of us could make it! Thank you, Jen and Steph!

I still need a couple of strong days at work next week, but mostly it feels like the home stretch now. Bowl games are helping. Hope you’ve either already arrived at, or are on final approach to, your Christmas happy place.

 Posted by at 12:59 pm
Dec 162014

palcoholI can remember one year for Christmas my stepmother asked my 12-or-so-year-old niece what she wanted, and one of the things she said was a laser pointer.

My stepmother asked me about it later. I said “yeah, just go to Amazon and pick one out. There’s not a lot to them.”

Then she said “well, do you think she’ll shine it at airplanes?”

That’s what I thought of when I read that one of the foremost planks in the powdered alcohol hysteria is that “kids will sprinkle it on cereal.” Some of us think, with our (ostensibly) adult minds, of some messed up thing that could happen, and then decide that children are going to do that. One of the very first pieces I wrote at Rocket City Mom discusses then phenomenon.

I would say kids are about as likely to sprinkle powdered vodka on their cereal as they are to pour liquid vodka on their cereal. If the latter isn’t a problem, the former won’t be either.

I would say my niece is about as likely to shine a laser pointer at an aircraft as she is to violate any other federal aviation regulation. If the latter isn’t a problem, the former won’t be either.

The jihad against powdered alcohol is also emblematic of something else. Anytime something is explicitly, up front and center, “for the children,” then find the hidden agenda. Policies and agendas that really are for the children are obviously so and need not be labeled as such.

If it says to think of “the children,” look for the threat to liberty, your pocketbook, or both.

 Posted by at 12:49 pm
Dec 072014

Objectively, I think the Coca-Cola Freestyle soda fountain machines are pretty nifty. I like the options, and the quality of the dispensed product seems consistently high. However, if self-service at a Coca-Cola Freestyle machine is your restaurant’s only method for selling soft drinks, then I’m not going to visit you anymore. It just takes too […]

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