Lego-mania

I headed home from work today and was (secretly) excited to find out what Lego figure would greet me. It was a vampire mini-fig. Awesome.

Real, non-sparkly, vampire.

Obviously I have Legos on the brain right now. At work I found some crazy awesomeness online. So, because I am so very generous I will share my findings with you.

14 foot model of the USS Harry S Truman - Malle Hawking

22 foot model of the Yamato - Jumpei Mitsui

23 foot model of the USS Intrepid - Ed Diment

Technology

Ultrasound technology is awesome.

There is no music on this video. I couldn't think of anything good. If you know of a good tune or two to put this to, let me know.

The Last Birthday

The other day I was in TX observing an ABA program. It was sweet, I'd love to go down their and train with the staff. But on the 3 and half hour drive home I got a text from my wife letting me known she had a surprise for me, but just a small one.

What I found when I got home was this.

That's a Lego cream pie. Awesome.

It was a little lego clown with a sign that read "8 days!".
At first I thought, sweet, 'Lego mini fig!'
Then I thought, 'Wait, that's kinda forboding, what happens in 8 days?'

I had completely forgotten my own birthday was coming up. I mean, I knew it was coming in Oct. But, it's not Oct. yet so it just didn't register that is just about a week away.

Mo had not forgotten, and as usual I suspect she is spending way too much money on it. That's kinda our thing. We don't really spend too much on ourselves, but come holidays...we hemorrhage money on each other.

B-ryan at work told me this will be the last birthday I have without a baby and thus, it is the last birthday that will matter. He's kind of a killjoy.

come on Bry, be positive.

He may be right, but I'm not too worried about it. Maybe my birthday will have less value and celebration. That's fine. There will be a whole new birthday to enjoy. Plus, I never know with Mo. She does stuff. Cool stuff.

Stuff like this.

A week of a day

The other day I got to deal with all the many and varied forms of incompetence I typically must face. How many types of incompetence do I normally deal with? Well, look at this chart...

More than types of beer. 

And no, I did not have a beer to wash the rage out of my system. And no, I'm not going to talk about any of the situations. They are best dealt with and forgotten. That, or hit repeatedly with a tomahawk.

Fire optional, but preferred. 

I think my only regret was that I was out of town for most of the day and going to martial arts afterward was simply a non-option.

In a mildly related note I saw my doctor the other day and got some x-rays. I've had knee pain since basically forever and the Doc wants me to see a specialist. I'm doing that on the 3rd. There is a chance I will have some surgery.

Mainly I just needed a reason to post a picture of the flaming tomahawk...because come on...it's a tomahawk on fire! It looks like a boy scout patch, and I swear if I missed out on the "Flaming Tomahawk merit badge" I will never forgive the universe.

the universe can be such a jerk. 

Different kinds of memorials

I'm not going to get into the pointless political arguments over the new WTC or the memorial. I just want to take a second to post a picture of something I found that I think is neat. I'd love to say it has some sort of deep meaning and speaks to the heart of the human condition in the face of tragedy.

It doesn't.

It's just cool and something I wish I had (or could have) done.

Legos

I wish everything was so easy to rebuild.

The last thing I want to share is a picture I saw shortly after Sept 11th 2001. Everyone was still trying to cope and deal with it all. I was somewhat shocked to see what people did. DC comics released a collection of comic stories revolving around the attack. The message from the comic writers was fairly simple.

There are real heroes.

wow indeed.

A father's love

So I got this call from one my students this morning. I was running late to work and she called to ask if I was coming in. I said yes, slightly annoyed. She asked when I would get in. "about 15 minutes" I replied, slightly more annoyed. She said "great, I'll wait." I said okay, wondering what fresh hell would be visited upon my arrival.

I arrived and the student told me she had been looking into what fathers teach their children. The basic theme is that fathers teach their children whatever it is that the father loves. If the father loves football, they teach the child football. If the father loves reading, the child is taught to read. So she thought to herself "what does Jeremy love?" and she answered herself with "Doing dangerous things with weapons."

I kinda had to agree. (yeah, each word links to a blog post that features a weapon or martial arts).

So, from a bag she produces the following:

Bottle, check. Diapers, check. Armory, triple check. 

This is awesome enough that I feel it is time to share the following video.

You're Welcome.

A cascade of geek

A friend of mine (Beka - who does not update her blog nearly enough) bought me Josiah some stuff. Beka is one of my very geek friends (ie, the friends I spent most of my social time with).

I could spend the next few paragraphs about how awesome these gifts are, but if you follow my blog you know I tend to speak in pictures. So, let's just get moving along shall we?

First up is arguably the coolest. A small, plush, Optimus Prime.  The thing has like 7 points of articulation and she had to order if from friggin Japan. There is so much awesome in this picture you might need to wear shades. Seriously, it's Gizmo, Winnie the Pooh, a panda and Optimus Prime. The photo itself almost exploded.

Transformers 4, Directed by Michael Bay

The next gift takes 3 pictures to explain. At first, it just looks like a plastic death star. Cool, but, you know...meh.

That's no moon.

But then you take the top of it and it becomes an f-ing planetarium thing. In a dark room it projects the night sky of earth on the ceiling and walls. Awesome right?

Okay, that's cool.

So, the Death star thing is cool, but it's not done. You take off the black part and it projects the friggin Star Wars friggin GALAXY! (!). 

That. Is. No. Moon.

Brainfaceexplode.

The next two gifts are so pure geek I almost cried. If you don't get what they are or why they are cool, I'm so very sorry. If you do, you are awesome.

Gamer candy.

Plus, I can now use the crib as a craps table.

Chubby Monkey needs a new pair of shoes.

So, big thanks to Beka for the sweet new toys for Josiah me.