Observation #1: Texting

I heard a radio commercial this morning that got me thinking. It was for maybe Verizon or some other faceless cell phone corporation, and they were advertising a brand new cutting-edge cell phone with apparently superior texting capabilities. The ad consisted of two teenage boys conversing and comparing the relative merits of their respective phones. After some contrived banter, the teen advocating the new Verizon phone essentially ended the conversation by telling his mate that "texting is the language of popularity."

That part bothered me. "The language of popularity." In general, texting does not lend itself to great importance. You will never receive a text message that says, "Hey, dad died," or, "You're bankrupt," or, "Your sister is in the hospital again with leukemia." These are not messages that should be tramsitted via text messages. They're weight and importance deserves more than just impersonal pixelated letters and a customized ringtone. They deserve face-to-face interaction.

Therefore, if the language of popularity is texting, and texting does not lend itself to messages of any importance, what does that say about popularity?

Just a thought.

I'll think of a title later

Dear everyone,

Hi, there. I'm Taney. I'll be chiming in from time to time here. I have a feeling that Alexis will be covering the day-to-day goings-on, whereas I will generally post about observations I make or feelings I have. Yes, Alexis wears the pants in our relationship, a fact further evidenced by her out-earning me by about 2 to 1. And I'm OK with it.

I think I may be allergic to blogs. Every time I try to post something, I feel an overwhelming apathy about the whole thing (or maybe that should be underwhelming, since, if there's an adjective that belongs with "apathy," surely it's that one), in the same way that I'm allergic to penicillin and country music. Maybe it's just a symptom of my having nothing terribly interesting to say, and nothing terribly interesting to say it about.

I read a lot of books. I even once read a book about all the books another guy had read ("The Polysallabic Spree," Nick Hornby). I once met someone who professed to me that there was never a book he didn't finish upon starting it. This, to me, is pure lunacy. There are innumberable stacks of fantastic literature out there just screaming to be read. Why oh why should I bother finishing a crappy novel when there are scores of better books waiting to step in and take its place?

Maybe that's what I'll post about: the books I read. That sounds like as good an idea as any. At least until Alexis and I have a kid that swallows our lives whole. Then, I'm sure, I'll be more than happy to bore the pants off anyone who'll listen with the exact sleeping and excretory habits of my little bundle of joy.

Yeehaw.

Happy Birthday, Dear Taney!

For Taney's birthday he wanted a pie. So I attempted to make him one. I've never made a pie before so this was an experiment. Because I didn't know if it would taste good I wanted to make it look cute, so I made it a pi pie. (get it? pi is a symbol in math meaning 3.14159...the ratio of any circle's circumference to it's diameter.) Well, I thought it was funny. I have no idea if the pie tastes good or not because I don't like pie and haven't tasted it. Taney says that it's good, but he could be saying that so I won't get hurt feelings. Who knows? 

Anyway. Happy 24th Birthday Taney-Face. I love you! 

A Closer Look

Here's a closer look at the bus. We spent a lot of time making it look really cute, and it was totally worth it. 

The license plate it my favorite. 

The stop sign was Taney's idea. 

 

Halloween

For Halloween this year we decided to dress up as Mrs. Frizzle and The Magic School Bus from it's from the PBS television show The Magic School Bus. We attended 3 costume parties and had a great time at each party. I really enjoyed dressing up together and have already been thinking of ideas for next year's costumes. 

Family Home Evening

HELLO WORLD!