The Things We'll Do For Fun...

So, the idea was brought up that we wear our old hockey helmets to the Caps game on Saturday... Good plan, I'm in.

Step one - take helmet off of shelf in garage... easy

Step two - remove dead moth, dust, and cob webs... it's a snap with the super strength Lysol wipes.

Step three - buy rubber cement to re-glue shrunken, cracked old padding to inside of helmet... not as simple as you'd think. The padding wants to return to its shrunken shape before the glue has a chance to bond. After using a big jug of pasta sauce to hold the first (back) piece in place for a couple of hours, I attempt to attach the front piece, we'll the Ragu bottle won't press down against all the surfaces.... hmm... what to do? Maybe if I had a water balloon... that might do the trick.... wait, cracked padding might pop balloon and that would be bad.... hmmm, it's almost 11pm, what do I put in the old brain bucket to hold the pieces in place until the glue has a chance to bond? If only I had something big enough to fit in my old helmet to press the padding against the shell...

So, here I am... it is now almost 11:30pm, I should be in bed asleep, but I'm on the net, I have the television on, and I'm wearing my helmet, my old helmet.... I think the padding wasn't the only thing that has been shrinking, because I had a lot more hair the last time I wore this thing and its tight, but after a half hour or so, it is getting more comfortable... maybe its the blended aroma of rubber cement fumes and old hockey bag funk.

I've been giggling to myself about this old helmet and the upcoming game all week.
If I had a camera within arms reach, I would surely hold it at arms length and take a pic of my idiot self right now.

Freeze Hair Boy!

I'm a goofy idiot...

While on the way home from dinner this evening, C is sharing with me a conversation she had with our daycare mom about a mutual friend. This person was looking into surgery, but would not be covered by their insurance, they had an Aflac meeting at their office just today, and this person inquired if Aflac might cover the procedure they are looking to have. well they don't either.

me: "Oh, what is the procedure?"

C: "Gastric bypass."

me: "Really, OK."

C: "Yeah, It's elective."

me: "Boogie woogie woogie."

I couldn't resist, the words were out of my mouth before I could even think... Serious conversation devolves into cheap karioke in three little words.

Marco....(polo), the contestant on The Singing Bee.

OK, so I'm bugging Carla... let me explain... We are watching this evenings' episode of 'The Singing Bee', well there is a contestant named Marco (polo)... well, everytime Fatone metions his name: Marco (polo), I can't help myself, I have to say "POLO", the word forces itself out of my insides... and then it makes me giggle like a three year old.

I must really Love my Kids...

You see the dark lord of the Sith that he is playing with? It's on the table right there behind him. Well, just yesterday it was still Mint in the Box, rarely in the last 11 years has it even seen the light of the sun. I have enjoyed that stupid thing more in the last few hours since I sliced the tape on the box, than I ever did in the past decade of hiding it away for the mythical big money toy sale.

Who am I kidding? I like toys too much to sell, well most of them anyway...

and besides that, the fun he's had with it already is worth way more than that hunk of plastic could ever bring on the collector market. I think what I really like most is watching him enjoy the toy.

The Wisdom of a Child on the eve of his Fourth Birthday.

As said to me in the car on the way home earlier this evening:

"Daddy,"

"Yes."

"Transformers don't have penises."

(holding back laughter) "That's right, B, they don't."

It is only now, as I am typing this, that I am reminded (thankfully) that, despite this imperfection, at least Optimus doesn't have to worry about prostate cancer.

I Ain't Gettin' On No Star Cruiser, Sucka!

R2-T2

This pic really just speaks for itself... this is where I found it.

M.A.S.K.

Mobile Armored Strike Kommand
someone put the show open on Youtube, pretty cool stuff...

You Wanted the Best!...

You Got the Best!... The Hottest (mini) Band in the World!!! mini KISS!!!



Check this out

Honestly, I've been singing 'Firehouse' by KISS, all day... and then WOW, I find this link on the Yahoo main page.

Speaking of KISS, may I recommend KISSOLOGY vol. 1, it has a bonus disc which is the Landover, MD, Capital Centre show. Caps fans will recall the large mural of the band that was in the arena, a shot taken during that show. Man I miss that huge concrete Pringles chip.


(Stars and Stripes, Liberty Bell, ___?___, & ___?___)

little help please

New Movie

I just saw this interesting trailer for a real thought provoking film that challenges the way we view reality programming. It claims to be the first to ask us how much is too much? The premise is that fugitives are stranded in a remote area, and then literally fight for their lives.

The cinematic gem I'm refering to? The Condemned... starring Stone Cold Steve Austin

It seems like such an original film... like nothing else... ever... totally unique... brand new original thought....

no, wait...

I think I've heard of something like this before... I believe there was this MAN, and he was RUNNING for his life... I think the actor might be a politician now... what was that movie called? I know it was about a guy fleeing for his life... a running man if you will...

Hmmm....

I know I'll think of it...


Sub Zero rules!!!

but, he's no Dawson!

May the Fourth be with You...

Always.

Part of this nutritious breakfast...

Do you want to know what breakfast cereals I miss? Well, unless you click onto another site, I'm going let you know.

Sugar Smacks... not Honey Smacks, Sugar Smacks.

C3POs... anyone else remember those?

Mr. T cereal, I pity the fool who doesn't like Pee Wee Herman's favorite breakfast food.

Halfsies, honest I'm not making this up.

and then there are the cereals that are still around, but nearly impossible to find:

Boo Berry and Franken Berry instantly come to mind.

I'll see what I can do...

Is it October Yet?

Since the Caps are(have been for weeks) out of the hunt. Is it next season yet?




Mopping?

What's in Your Tapedeck?

Right now.... Eat 'Em and Smile

two days ago... Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em

prior to that... Van Halen II

So I ask you, what is in your Tape deck?

(for you folks on the cutting edge of technology... what is in your 8-track player?)

Future Hall of Famer?

From Slam Sports - Canada's home for sports.

---Jeremy Roenick is trying to set the record straight after his untimely whining before the deadline. "I love playing for Wayne (Gretzky)," he told Phoenix reporters. "The guy's an icon. I respect him immensely. You may not see that by some of the stuff that I say, but I've always been a complainer and that's not going to change."...

what role model to have in dressing room, a real model of what not to do or say

John Paul Jones Arena?

Sitting here half listening to the Caps post game show...

I believe I hear that there is a new college basketball complex that has recently opened... The John Paul Jones arena... now, I have no idea where it is, nor do I really care, but it makes me wonder... did I somehow miss the opening of the Jimmy Page Arena? The Robert Plant Center? The John Bonham Memorial Park?

Just curious.

Pens vs. Flyers... is that Mr. Killer?

Just thought that I'd post a quick hit. This past Sunday, we flip the NBC game on during the third, and here is a transcript of the conversation that followed:

(flip to NBC- approx. 6min. remaining)

"Ooooohhhh, hockey! Daddy, is that Mr. Killer?"

"No son, that's not Mr. Killer."

"O.K..... is that man Mr. Killer? ...which one is Mr. Killer?"

"No, Mr. Killer doesn't play for either one of those teams."

"Oh..... Mr. Killer plays for the Caps?"

The Killer has a fan club. To paraphrase the great Pooh bear: You are the man Killer P. You are it!


you all play hockey... on ice?

Bitchin' Camaro?

Am I the only one who does this? Most of you know that my automotive preferences tend to fall on the blue oval side of the aisle, but everytime I see a half-way decent old camaro...
The Dead Milkmen start playing in my brain. I used to sing the chorus out loud, but with the parrot sitting behind me in his booster seat, I just hum and try not to head bang to much.
I can't find my cassette, but I know that song has got to be close to 20years old.

Yes, extend the fore finger and hold the thumb out to the side, now hold confidently in front of the forehead.

Welcome to 1989

As I pass time in my cubicle day to day, I often listen to a random playlist of mp3s. Well, when I say random... well, most of you know me by now. The thing is that frequently these tunes get stuck in my brain and I end up humming them all night, or weekend long (I stopped myself before Lionel Ritchie started up in my brain... darn, there it goes)

Anywho, last weekend the big tune in my mind was Rapper's Delight.

Monday thru Wednesday was the Humpty Dance... btw, have you seen the commercial, and I think it is for Pizza hut, but not sure, that has the guys with the unusually large features, eyes, ears, nose.... I start laughing every time I see it that I can't remember what the ad is for.

Back to my tune running in my brain, I'll share it with you. You're welcome in advance:

Fight the Power!

man, Flava Flav makes me laugh... he's like a live action cartoon.

at least I didn't say Pac-man Fever.

Eastbound and Down...

One of my favorite movies... one of my favorite candies...

What's next?

Jawa Jawbreakers? maybe.

Batman Butterfingers? perhaps.

Han Solo Rollos? I'd buy 'em.

We now return you to the Art Fern Tea-Time Movie...