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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 2:14 pm
Hey any Kapowians in the Ft. Myer area of florida? That's where my family is going on vacation and if you know any good spots let me know? Meeting the Red Hood/Arrow himself in person is optional though welcome biggrin
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:25 pm
Cassandra Wu-San Cain gonk
Make sure you don't bring any lotion or something.. They took mine. or have a puppet with lotion no his butt... 
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:27 pm
Simon_Dark Cassandra Wu-San Cain gonk
Make sure you don't bring any lotion or something.. They took mine. or have a puppet with lotion no his butt...
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:44 pm
Well i sure had a fun day. only have one day off before having to work 6 days befor my next 2 days off. and all i wanted to do was relax. but nooooooo. this was a find day for my mom to crack her whipe and get me to dig holes so she can plant after terring up the old things that the onld house owner left. so here a list of problems we ran into 1) 2" of followed by 6" of clay then a big a$$ rock 2) no gloves to use, while pulling up roots, so hands wher raw for hours. 3) pluse going back to two, had to use soil made from swear stuff. 4) lot of fire ants. 5) and last and best of all, wile ding the fith hole, my mother said go back a few more inches, and my brother does so, only to end up breaking a water pipe. big mess. spent 10 looking for shut off switch. got a guy to look at it, said he cound't do something but confermed that it was not a main pipe but just to the sprinklers. said we need to find a green box in the ground to shut it off. problem was, couldn't find said box. Why? it was burried under grass, due to former own. spent like 20 min stabing at the ground for the box. till the sprinkler guy came, stuck the shove in the ground once, and found the green box. this little fun time happen for like four hour. but every thing is better now, and the only good thing that come from this day, is that my family and i will be going to Pluckers for dinner.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:43 pm
Cassandra Wu-San Cain gonk
Make sure you don't bring any lotion or something. They took mine. That depends on the personel I think. You can bring 3oz and under in a ziplock (not sure why the ziplock is key) as a rule, but I've forgotten to take a full sized bottle of shampoo out of my bag before and they never said boo about it at security. The rules for liquids are arbetrary and don't actually do much, they have them just to make people feel like they are doing something. I'm waiting for them to wake up and get rid of these stupid restrictions. Their sensors are already really good (try bringing an unopened, pressure sealed jar of peanut butter in your carry on: it will read as a possible chemical agent). Meanwhile, airlines that are good at keeping track of luggage: Northwest (extra points for good customer service), Sun Country (looses a point for having more delays than any other airline I've used, never mre than two hours but still), American Airlines, AirTran and Jet Blue. The discount companies are pretty good, they have a smaller fleet and smaller flights, so they keep track of luggage more easily. Never had a problem with Northwest/KLM for international flights either, or Air France.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:46 pm
Oh yeah, and among other things that are happening lately, I'm on Kitty's computer because mine is going through an upgrade caused by a mild explosion. I will be rebuilding my machine and this is yet another reason for my current absence.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:18 pm
Gentlepeoples of Kapow,
I come before you with a conundrum. For the past 3 years, I've been working on getting a BS in computer science. The odd part about this is I'm hoping I will never have to use my degree.
To further explain, I chose to get a degree in computer science as a backup to my real passion: writing. I want to be a writer and have for some time. However, I know that being successful in such a career isn't always a sure thing, and chose to give myself a parachute.
The main problem is that my parachute feels more and more like an anchor. I'm sick of computer science. The actual CS classes aren't bad, but things like statistics are slowly eating my soul.
The big problem with this is, if I switch disciplines, I will be forced to take more school, and my financial situation is a little tight.
Should I brave loans and try to find a degree that feel more like what I really want to do or should I tough it out and stick with computer science?
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 3:47 am
With bachelor's degree's really what that shows to an employer is that you can stick to something, show dedication and finish what you started. Unless you find something that you'd rather do that requires more specialized schooling I'd get your degree and head out into the world.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 8:42 am
Sparing with my daughter;
This morning my daughter walks up to me with two small hanger for childs clothing. one for pants only and the other one that would hold both a shirt and pants. She hand me the smaller one and then stands in a stance as if to say "common mommy, I wanna spare."
So I chuckle and say "engage!" and we start sparing with hangers as if we're dueling with Rapiers. at which I ended up locking her hanger in place by hooking it with my smaller one.
In response my daughter would tug it saying, "it's stuck, mommy, it's stuck!" In which i would disarm her and put both of the hanger down while i cleaned.
Then she would pick them up and run up to me. "Here mommy this is yours!" And we would go around once again in our sparing match.
That is until i get to the point that after I disarm her for the 5th time I called "I am Victorious!" And picked her up after disarming her and spin her around and around before i plop her onto the couch. Tickling her and find ways to distract her so I could fill the dishwasher.
*snickers* She's so silly at this age.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:53 pm
Finish School. Get the degree. When you're shopping around for a job, ANY job, that B.S. automatically puts you head and shoulders above anyone applying for the job who doesn't have it.
When you get deep into the mathmatical stuff, it can feel like you're drowning, but tough it out. Writing is about having the fundamentals and combining them with your talent and experiences. Math is about having the fundamentals and retaining them for use in practical experiences in the real world.
I'm going to have to go back to college here soon for some business courses and the math is what I dread the most, but I KNOW I'm going to need it as I run my own business. Having a solid computer/math background is not only going to help you get a job, but it will help you to support yourself when you do strike out on your own as a writer.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 3:57 am
More of me being a bad person: Brian and I walk into a fast food joint to grab some lunch yesterday. Brian's son is just a couple months young than the girls, and they were all due at the same time, but as most of you know, the girls got here way early.
Me: Ug, the little mutants get ticked when I set them down for their naps, and lately Ray's screamin' her full head off when it's bedtime.
Brian: Yeah, Trey's been doing that. You know they're tired but the fight to stay up. I imagine that's loads of fun with two.
Me: I just looks at them. 'Where do fussy babies go?' 'That's right, they go in the cage!'
And of course the manager of the fast food joint hears this.
Manager: What did you just say?
Me: What?
Manager: Did you just say you put your children in a cage?
Me: Yeah. ((This is actually true. I'm limited on space, and one of the bedrooms has two captain's beds from a battleship built into it, so Johnson and I built walls around one of them, complete with a gate big enough to hold both the girls. We refer to it as 'the cage'.))
Manager: You can't keep you're children in a cage!
Me: Sure I can. They don't seem to mind. Of course they, can't talk yet, so if they do mind, that's their tough luck.
At this point everyone within earshot is looking at me.
Manager: you know what happens to people when they're treated like that? Kept in cages?
Me: They become Senators and eventually Presidential candidates? Can I have a cheeseburger, please?
That pretty much ended that little exchange. Keep in mind folks that just kind of came out and I did sort of regret it later since I do have the utmost respect for Senator McCain with regard to his experience as a POW.
I'm going to hell.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 4:24 am
I've created a monster. Been training a kid, PJ for years. He's always been an awkward kid. Nice, soft spoke, but kinda bumbly. Well, he turned 13 and that landed him in the adult class with the knuckle head club. He's going to be 15 soon, but thanks to our instruction and general beatings he's still still awkward but he's tough as all get out. Still a nice kid, and still pretty soft spoken. He hangs with the fellas when we watch UFC. He just recently made black belt, and we worked him over something fierce, to the point of him no being able to see because he nearly blacked out. He kept going.
And then there's Doughy Dave who as a surprise to all the instructors has continued to show up for class. This is the same kid we smacked in the head over 200 times in one night.
So last night, Dave spends half the workout in the bathroom. That's 45 minutes. I suspect he was hiding so he wouldn't have to pound forearms with us and do the rest of the drills.
So he emerges and we're doing kata (forms). I'm making the rounds, making correction, giving tips and teaching a few new forms to students who are ready. Doughy Dave is in the back of the room 'practicing' with all the power of a wet noodle. PJ spots this. Now, while PJ is awkward, his sheer guts is respected by the room. The boy's actually developed some decent iron shirt technique.
Doughy's huffing and puffing on each move.
PJ: "What are you doing?"
Doughy: "What?"
PJ: "Why are you breathing like that? You're not doing anything!"
Doughy: "I'm tired."
PJ: "How can you be tired? You haven't put any effort into anything!"
And as we watched, PJ turned into a ruthless taskmaster. If Doughy didn't put strength on his technique, PJ made him do the whole thing over. PJ's doing the forms with him. The topper was PJ hollering out for all to hear. "JUST ONE GOOD KATA! THAT'S ALL I WANT! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WHEN I'M NOT WATCHING, BUT WHILE I'M WATCHING I JUST WANT ONE GOOD KATA!"
We're all slack jawed. Talk about jumping on your bike and riding. One of the other instrucors had to go save the boy. PJ's just shaking his head. The brute. The big, little meanie.
whee
I'm so proud.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 6:58 am
My daughter has a spider man obcession.
At first I didn't really think much of it as she dragged her non blood related uncle through the comic store. going around saying in a loud clear voice 'Spiderman!' and pointing at the different posters and the statue's she saw.. Course she was pointing at a lot of them when she said that is a firm strong little voice. And well she was crying out batmans name just as loud. Though for some reason she forgot of batman the next day.
she ran around the case filled with the statues of the comic characters, pointing upward as she cried out, Spiderman! demanding that her uncle be there with her while she looked. gripping his hand and demanding him to stay there. Poor guy was trying to find something to buy.
Each time we went there is seemed that the same thing would happen. she would call her uncles name and then run around after the spiderman nicknacks. Even when my close friend Crystal came in with me. When my daughter saw the case of figurines she pointed and demanded to see Spiderman. Course my friend had her locked into a stroller and just smiled at her and said later. I was shocked when Aurora stopped her singsong voice chant of Spiderman.
For easter my mother gave her a Spiderman Mr. Potatoman. she went nuts with it. running around hugging it close saying she had a spiderman and if you got too close to her, she would declare; "No! It's mine. I don't touch... Go play!" (I meaning for her; You, right now.) and actually moves her hand to shoo me away from her. I think i ended up just laughing at how cute she was.
The next time i went to the comic shop to pick up the new teen titan comic that just came out and made the mistake to walk by the case with spiderman inside. at the time she was holding my hand while i was walking, when she saw the case she ran over and started going on and on. "You want spiderman!" (you meaning, I.) It was kind of funny. I walked over to grab her hand and each time i almost got to the shelf to pick up the comic book she ran from me to that case. It got to a point where I had to pick her up just to retreive the comic. which ended with her crying. When i asked how much it cost she suddenly stopped whinning, stuck her thumb inside her mouth and laid down her head on my shoulder. Silently watching the guy behind the counter, calmly. As if she was saying "you know you want to give it to us for cheap. see look i'm cute." Course she has to have my taste considering the thing is expensive and i would have to save up for a long time to get it.
Want the spiderman poster?
"No You want that!" *she points at the figurine.*
Mommy can't get it right now, want a poster?
*starts crying and sighs as she walks out.*
I swear they must either hate me for bringing in a cranky kid (who i love biggrin just don't like the whinny "i want it and going to whin until i get it phase) or the most awsome single mom around cause her 2 1/2 year old is into comics.
Two days ago
I was getting lunches for us ready to leave for work and right when i told her to get her babies (dolls) she was like "I watch Spiderman!! Watch Spiderman" Which threw me off because i don't have anything really other than my parents movies. When i'm finally able to get her upstairs after chasing her into her tent and carrying a whinning lil one she points at my parents bookcase and declairs "i watch that. I watch Spiderman!" when I look over i see that she's pointing at the Spiderman movies. domokun
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:26 am
Heh. Reminds of of my little cousin James. Obsessed with Batman. Wears a Batman costume around the house. Every so often switches it up with another hero. If it's Batman, he wants it. I'm his favorite person since I drew him a picture of Batman and Robin.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:42 am
Tom Tresser Heh. Reminds of of my little cousin James. Obsessed with Batman. Wears a Batman costume around the house. Every so often switches it up with another hero. If it's Batman, he wants it. I'm his favorite person since I drew him a picture of Batman and Robin. *laughs lightly* She's not that bad just yet.. Honestly i'm just hoping that it'll give me an excuse to hide some of the disney princess stuff with a spiderman poster. *snickers.* I forbide it when I found out Aurora was also sleeping beauty and not just my daughter. My mom kind of bought it and everything went down hill from there. I have everything from furniture, dolls, to bedding sets of all of the disney princess... The pink is driving me insane!!! Oh yeah.. i forgot eh wall hangings.... eek *laughs* so i'm going to get her a spiderman poster so i don't supocate in the pink girly frilly stuff.
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