The Official ADD News Ticker


A friend of mine once asked me why I don’t watch the news.  I suppose it is as valid a question as why DO you watch the news.  I’m not a total hermit and I do have a general idea of what is going on in the world and there is some news that will actually attract my attention.

I explained to them my feelings on the news and they half-heartedly listened as she scanned the news on their computer and my phone messed up for a minute and when I caught back up with them they were telling me something about monkeys biting peoples heads off or something.  It sort of went to hell there for a minute, but we recovered.  We talk in circles a bit, both of us easily distracted by shiny things in the midst of a sentence.  Eventually we make our way back around but it’s frequently a long trip. Read the rest . . .

My friends are the best . . . and sort of creepy


Yes!  I changed the blog theme yet again.  I’m actually much happier with this one than I was last night.  I think you will be too.  Except for Tom.  He’s a pain in the ass.  I was all excited about finding an acceptable theme, it’s dark like I wanted, has all the proper navigation I was looking for.  Not too shabby for the free version of WordPress.  It’s even pretty damned customizable as far as the free themes go, so I was pleased.  So I, of course, told my best buddy, Tom and I was all “Dude!  Total blog theme WIN!  I got this, Yo!”

and he was all, “ummmmmmmmmmm, eh”

“Oh, no!  Please tell me what I can do to make it even better still, Tom!”  I said. Read the rest . . .

Getting your Masters Degree in Emailing

I wish I could tell you how many times I’ve had this thought around my father.

I’ve wandered across a few different topics in the last couple of weeks and I think it’s time to go back to one that I’ve talked about before.  That’s right, kids!  It’s the return of  . . .

My father.

*collective groan*

If you need to catch up on the individual of which I speak, check out this and this and this.  The man is . . . special, what can I say.

Suddenly and without any warning, Father announced that he was getting rid of his DSL internet service and Direct TV and switching to cable for both.  It’s sudden because well, nobody knew he was even thinking about it because it was something that pretty much every member of the family suggested he do pretty much since . . . the beginning of time, but we didn’t know what we were talking about and it was nothing but a waste of money and they just rip you off, so we were summarily dismissed. Read the rest . . .

The nut doesn’t fall far from the, uh . . . nut place

Warning I have issues Neon Light Sign

I’ve spent the last few days bashing my father and included a few other family members in yesterdays post, so I thought I’d turn the tables today and the point the finger at myself a little bit.  As much as I hate to ruin the vision of perfection that you all have of me (let me have the dream, huh?!), I’ve got quite a few quirks of my own that a most people find bizarre.  Some of them are even attractive to the opposite sex . . . until they have to live with it then apparently it’s grounds for divorce.

No, dear brother, I do not need your help with this.  Just sit over there and shut it. Read the rest . . .

Top 20 Tuesday for July 12, 2011: The importance of trauma in child-rearing


I’ve given my dad a pretty hard time the last few days, so let me take this opportunity to say . . . he’s pretty much been asking for it.  I’m going to sort of give it a rest today by including pretty much any family member that has caused my brother or I any permanent mental scars and put them together for my weekly Top 20 list.

As for my father in particular, if you followed yesterdays blog post, mom returned from her trip to Greensboro to take her friend to the airport . . . with a 16″ crack in the windshield from a thrown rock.  You get one guess how that went over with Pops.  I have only just now settled down below the level of blind rage at my father today, so I don’t think I could do another entry about him and be in the least bit funny at this time, so I’m gonna expand the horizon a little bit and try to let some funny back in. Read the rest . . .

Dysfunction is relative, and probably one of my relatives: Part III, Expense reporting a postage stamp


(If you’re just coming by for the first time, please be sure to check out Part I and Part II!  Ya know what, screw that!  Check out the whole damn blog!)

If you ever want to know where to get the cheapest possible deal on pretty much anything, let me set you up with my father.  If you can find it cheap on eBay, he can find it cheaper some-freakin-where.  You will notice that I said cheapest possible deal, not best possible deal.  For all the engineering type brains he did get, he is tremendously short-sighted when it comes to purchasing things.  Basically what that means is that rather than pay $100 for something that will last him a year, he’ll instead pay $10 for a cheaper version that will only last a month.  He sees $10 vs $100 rather than $100 per year vs $120 per year.  That is only the beginning. Read the rest . . .

Dysfunction is relative, and probably one of my relatives: Part II Engineering Stupid


Do the clicky thing here if you missed Part I yesterday . . .

I mentioned in yesterday’s post that my father is an electrical engineer.  This makes him very, very smart.  When it comes to electrical engineering.  He is retired from IBM and did all kinds of really important electrical engineering stuff while he was there.  He can make electronical stuff work as long as it is a power supply because that is what he built.  He made good money doing power supply electrical engineering electronical stuff.

It ends there. Read the rest . . .

Dysfunction is relative, and probably one of my relatives: Part I


I spent some time with my father this afternoon.  I have not intentionally killed anyone since.  (Note the word “intentionally”)  Given that I carry the genetic code that he gave me 42 years ago, it is these times that I sit and think about my interaction with other people and hope, for all that is good and Holy, that I have improved on the code.  I’m hoping for the best with the whole “Nature vs Nurture” thing since I was born and raised in the good old US of A, because my father was born in Nuremberg, Germany (also spelled Nürnberg) in 1940.  If any of you history buffs out there are paying attention, you already figured out that this was probably not the ideal child rearing environment what with all those Nazi’s moving in and lowering the property value. Read the rest . . .