Well that was easy…

Just finished uploading my book to the us copywright office. Other than a few minor irritants, and slightly difficult navigation, it was pretty easy.

And only thirty five bucks. Money well spent. Time well spent. All was well spent. Except for me.

Well done copywright office, well done.

On a different note. Slowly plugging away on that very WIP. In editing zombieland.

W.

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Season of giving and creating

It’s that time of year again. The time when we all rush out and climb over eachother for that toy that we have to have.

This is a time for happiness. And oddly enough sometimes for lonliness. For Giving and receiving. The beauty of family and the hope of togetherness.
For me it is a time to be with the two most important people in my life. My boys. There is nothing on this earth that makes me more happy than seeing their happiness.

There are times when I think I haven’t been the best father. But this is defeatist thinking. I do my best, just the same as every parent does. We want our children to be happy, and strive to be better than us.

The other day I bought a little plastic Christmas tree. The thing was only three feet tall, and reminded me of the Charlie brown Christmas tree, before decoration.

I had the boys help me with the lights. I stood back and watched the bare tree twinkle. It was missing something. Ornaments of course! Now it would have been easy to walk down to the drug store and pick up some cheap baubles. But being me I sat down and thought. The whole time wrestling with the little ones.

It occured to me some time later that there might be a better way to make this Christmas decorating a little more fun, and memorable.

On Saturdays we often go to the farmers market together. I load up the doublewide stroller and lean back as I glide down the giant hill. This time however I made a stop at the art store. We loaded up on construction paper, glue, glitter and other implements of destructive constructionism.

When we got home we sat down and crafted our own ornaments. I asked the boys what shapes they wanted, then we cut them out.  We decorated them with glue and glitter. Then attached string and violla! Ornaments.

They were jagged and runny, lopsided and bent, with all sorts of different glue glitter designs only a four year old could create. But to me they were by far the most valuable ornaments I had ever had. The expieriance itself was well worth the time and effort.

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The result, much like Charlie Brown’s post decoration tree, was by far the best looking Christmas tree I had ever seen. And probably always will be.

W.


What Did Historical Swords Weigh?

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Love this. For all you doubters about how it would be impossible for a heavily armored knight to fight. Redicerous. A four year old could wield a four pound sword…


We are all a little bit stupid sometimes

This is one of my favorite Sayings. I’m not sure where it comes from. I might have made it up myself. Who’s to say really? But I find it to be one of the most honest realities of everyday life.

we like to go through life thinking that we are the most intelligent beings around us at any one given time. we love to put ourselves on pedestals and judge on high. we know that we are always right, and whoever disagrees is wrong. we love to poke fun at others for petty little differences.

don’t feel bad, or ashamed. we all do it whether we want to or not. its in our nature to survive and dominate.

but the simple fact of the matter is that we are all stupid sometimes. and some of us more than others. don’t get me wrong, I count myself on the list of “stupider” than others. We love to walk down a street and in our minds we are pointing at the guy walking past us. “those are stupid shoes” we think. “what a dumb hat” or “only a mother would love that ugly mug” or “that guy is Definatly an alien who wants to crack open my skull and feed on my mushy brains”… well maybe that’s only me, but you get the point.

the problem is that they are probably thinking the same thing. even more of a problem is who cares? each and every persons measure of stupid or not stupid is based on a trivial set of prerequisites that are socially and economically prevelent at the time. you think Neanderthals walked by eachother thinking “boy that ugly bastard has a big flat head”… well yeah they probably did, but thats the point isn’t it? we are all just one big flathead pointing and laughing at another big flathead.

so what the fuck is the point?… welll. “we are all a little stupid sometimes”

that is all.

W.

oh and sorry for being so stupid and not posting on this blog in forever. just proving my point all over again.

Please ignore typos, I’m writing posts on my phone now. Not that I was any better on the big pc either.