Random Thoughts

So I was at a movie yesterday when I see this fifteenish year old kid in the bathroom waving his hands in front of a wheel operated paper towel dispenser way longer than it would take anyone who has ever used the old time dispenser to figure out that waving would not be effective method of procuring a paper towel. It made me laugh that I had to step over and spin the little wheel for him and it made me think; something I would have dang near considered a miracle when I was fifteen has become so commonplace that this kid would not of thought to even try spinning the little wheel on the side. It also made me think that if I blog about this, it will sound like a "when I was your age blog" which pretty much says you are old..... I'm old. I know I only made this blog about two sentences when it should of been like five but that is how my random thoughts run in my head, needing very little punctuation inside there.

It snowed the other day in hometown like two and a half feet of the most beautiful sticky building snow you could want. The kind of snow that would keep me out so long my lips would turn blue and it would sting to run your hands under luke warm water. I send Brian out to play which he does but when I suggest building a snow fort or cave he looks at me like its to much work. I got the snow blower out and ran ever decreasing circles till we had a nice big pile and even start to dig out the entrance for him. He seemed excited about it now that he sees the vision and I leave him to the rest only to come out five minutes later and see him lying on his back throwing snow balls up in the air and letting them fall down and hit him in the face. (not that this activity would have been unappealing to me when I was a kid, but there is a fort to make...Hello?) You know when I was a kid (I know, I know) I once buried my trampoline. Buried the entire thing so we could do ground level flips Luke Walker style. Do you know how much work it takes to bury a trampoline? And we only did flips for like five minutes and counted the effort well worth it. I mean work in the pursuit of play was not work it was .....well, it was not work. Do you all remember building a fort? Me and my palls once demolished a chicken coop only to construct what looked like a smaller and more poorly constructed chicken coop but that was our fort! And the planning and the sweating and the talking about what we would do once the fort was up (no girls thank you very much) was the only thing about the whole activity that was fun, cause lets face it hanging out inside a tiny poorly constructed chickencoop isn't all that fun. It's sad in away that Brian and most kids as far as I can tell isn't really into that kind of stuff anymore. I guess that is what the digital age is. Remember when our parents said TV will rot your brains but now TV is the lessor evil when compared to video games and I remember my mom telling me about how when her mom was a kid the little novels was the current evil that parents were trying to wean their kids from. Now it is hard to find books that the kids love to read. I wonder if my grand kid will try to get his kids to play video games instead of wasting time (insert as yet unthought up future kid past time).

I got a new cat. I don't as a rule like cats but Nathan does and I guess the cat is OK if you judge on the curve for cat standards. Here is why I like dogs better.

When you make a sudden move and startle a dog it looks at you like, "what did I do wrong and how can I make it up to you, but in the end I trust you." While when you startle a cat it looks at you like ,"oh crap he is going to kill me, I knew this day would come, but I aint going easy, lets go bitch!" and when you give a dog a treat it looks at you like oh thank you for giving me some of your food while a cat looks at you like, why are you holding my food. And when you forget to feed a dog and it tries to remind you that its hungry by looking excited and spinning and making feints toward its dog dish and when you feed it it is thankful and you can tell it believes you had a really good reason for not feeding him on time. Cats look at you like, "I am fixin to eat something, and I don't want it to be your face but that is only because I am not convinced your face would taste all that good, and you have about thirty seconds to come up with an alternative."

I shot a printer today. I took my inspiration from Chelsea's excellent post about smashing her half a cell phone and one of the references to office space. So when our IT guy came in and switched out our great big printer I asked him if I could keep the old one. He seemed kind of suspicious like I was going to try to sell it on E-bay or something but when I told him I intended to shoot it he was OK with that. So I took the printer out and put fifty rounds of 40 SW into the side of it. What I found out is amazing. If a crazy guy comes to your workplace intending to shoot it up HIDE BEHIND THE PRINTER. I could not believe how well it could stop a bullet. My partner in crime put six rounds of .38 +p into it and it even stopped that. Only when we took out the shotgun and put three, 12 gauge one and half ounce rifled slugs into it did it give up the ghost. Another thing I learned was if you ever plan to shoot a printer you should take out the toner cartridge. I looked like a chimney sweep by the time I was done cleaning up the pieces.

This has been a collection of my random thoughts. Sorry its so poorly written, it is not fun editing random thoughts.