Saturday, April 21, 2007

Dermis

der·mis [dur-mis]
noun Anatomy, Zoology.
the dense inner layer of skin beneath the epidermis, composed of connective tissue, blood and lymph vessels, sweat glands, hair follicles, and an elaborate sensory nerve network.

This is the word my daughter missed at the regional spelling bee today in Barker. She did very well, getting through the first two rounds of the bee with "blizzard" and "noisy." Some of the kids had horrific words that fourth graders shouldn't have to spell. I can't think of any off the top of my head, but some words made me scratch it ...

One of the students was eliminated in the first round with the word "aren't." He spelled it right but didn't note the apostrophe in it. I felt bad for him. It was the only contraction through the first three rounds.

Another student was given a second chance that I didn't think was fair. His word was glisten. But he spelled glistened. He was retold his sentence (each child gets the word in a sentence for context) and then spelled it right. I'm glad he moved on, cause he obviously just misheard/misunderstood ... but I wish they had given "aren't" some sort second chance.

Some of the kids took it tough. Some cried. It's kind of high pressure. There were 64 fourth graders in all ... and the audience was packed with friends, parents and other relatives.

Emily's grandma (my mother) came out, as did her uncle (my wife's brother) and his friend. I was glad to see people support their loved ones.

I was a proud dad today. Who the hell ever says "dermis" anyway?

Friday, April 20, 2007

It's cable day!

I feel so silly. Giddy almost. I'm almost embarrassed, but apparently not embarrassed enough cause I'm writing a blog about it.

Do you remember when you were younger and mom and dad decided to get cable? I recall going from antenna (where we got 2, 4, 7, and 29) to cable (and we got like 30 channels). I remember running home from school that day, knowing that the television viewing possibilities would be nearly endless. I can't, for the life of me, recall what additional channels we got, but it was thrilling. That I know.

Well, I'm right back there again. Today ... cable get's hooked up.

Funny thing is, I'm hardly increasing my channel lineup. In fact, I think I'll have less channels when all is said-and-done. With my Dish, I have like 250 channels or something. But it's the few "new" channels that I'm excited about.

First and foremost, I'll no longer have to tell people, "Yeah, I can't watch Tom Christy's show. I don't have cable." LCTV. Community friggin television. Wayne's World - Niagara County style. And I'm jacked.

Here's the thing; we're in flux here in Niagara County. There are a few of us pushing very hard for positive change. I'm one of them. One of the others is Tom Christy. His show, Legislative Journal, gives folks like us an opportunity to not only see and hear what the politicrats are trying to spin, but call them out on it. And simply by hosting this show, Tom has proven to be one of the good guys.

And with my soon-to-be-found ability to watch Legislative Journal, I'll have additional fodder (read as ammo) with which to piece together my show. Simply put, watching LJ will make me stronger.

I'm pretty jazzed about that.

On a less significant, but still somewhat exciting note, with Time Warner's DVR, I'll be able to watch one thing while taping another. I've had DVR for years now, but with Dish Network's, you can't watch something live while taping something else. This means we'll no longer have to choose between two good shows. We can watch both. One now. One later.

Next move: a big screen HDTV.Give me a few months on that, though.

Have a good morning.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

I hate people ...

Okay, so maybe that's not wholly accurate. I don't hate "people." I only hate some people. The stupid ones. Unfortunately, it seems as though they outnumber the rest of us.
A short while ago, the kids and I jumped into the car to go to the grocery store. I shop at Aldi for most of the stuff we use. So typically, when I say "the grocery store," that's what I mean - Aldi. Anyway, if you frequent Aldi, you're probably familiar with the concrete pad in front of the store, clearly marked "No Parking." If not, you'll have to take my word for it.
We pull into Aldi and are walking into the store, when I point to the ground and ask my six year old (she'll be seven tomorrow), "Honey, what does that say?" She says, "No parking." She's six. She can read it. But the idiot who parked there obviously couldn't. I told her she was apparently smarter than whoever drove that car. She laughed. I wasn't kidding.
Once in the store, every child - aside from my own apparently had ADHD. I'm a proud dad. I think my kids are the best. But I'm not just pulling this one out rectally. Other people's children are crazy. Don't people parent?
I looked into getting a gun permit the other day. Called the gun permit office (yes, there is such a thing). Found out it cost $200 and you had to take a course if you want to have a hand gun. But any idiot can have kids. And most of them do.
Alright, maybe I do hate people. You got me.
Have a great evening.

Lockportians win some ... and lose some ...

On Wednesday, the councils of the city and town of Lockport each took a step. One (the city) in the right direction. The other (the town) in the wrong.

Under attack from a very small group of people (okay, it was mainly me), the Lockport City Council decided to move its meeting times back an hour so honest, working folks (like yourselves) could attend. Although Alderman Pat Schrader said it wouldn't mean anything and no one would care, 23 people attended the Common Council meeting last night. That's about 17 more than normal. Those in attendance thanked the council for moving the time and explained that it's easier for working folk with families to go and be a part of government.

Meanwhile, outside city limits, the Lockport Town Council held a 2 p.m. meeting - a public forum no less - to discuss (and then vote on) a public referendum asking for a four-year term for the supervisors position. Not only is the four year term unneccesary, the time of the meeting is unreasonable. Who the heck (not the word I wanted, but you get the gist) can go to a meeting at 2 p.m.?

Moral of the story, the city get's it - even if begrudgingly. The town is still out to lunch. Which would be much more appropriate at 2 p.m. than a public forum would be.

More later.