My mother-in-law just picked up a Snorlax mug and asked “is this a cat or Dracula?”
Had a family discussion over breakfast about not following the example of certain behaviors depicted in music videos (taking the rotoscoped hands of strange men reaching out from comic books).
Like Icarus, we have soared to new heights* only to now find that we have flown to close to the sun**
*gotten away for years with buying knock-off versions of IKEA furniture
**that our new, official IKEA accessories aren’t compatible with them
Spouse lines: “We christened our car—wait, I’m not religious. We ‘heathened’ our car ‘Chester.’”
Spending part of my Father’s Day afternoon exploring a rhyming dictionary with kiddo in an urgent care waiting room, and I actually think that’s kind of perfect.
Currently, I am experience the specific academic joy of receiving a peer review invitation that feels like recognition of a specific research reputation I have been trying to cultivate for a few years.
“C’mon kiddo, you need to try to get up.” “Sorry, dad, I rolled a nat 1, so I have to stay in bed.”
Look, I’m glad that they put good comics in the teen section of the library, but I don’t like feeling like a creeper when I go in there to check some out for myself. 😬
(Me, I’m less upset that she’s getting x-rays than that her school will have her make up the state testing she’s currently missing.)
Kiddo is asking a lot of questions about Marie Curie on her way to get her first set of x-rays, and it’s the first time I’ve ever wished she doesn’t read as much as she does.
Il nous arrive souvent de trouver que les meilleurs « romans graphiques » que ma fille trouve à la bibliothèque sont en fait des traductions des bandes dessinées françaises, et ça me plaît beaucoup.
My decision a few months ago to import my Twitter archive into my journaling app has been a mixed bag. I’ve been deleting a lot of orphaned references and truncated posts, but also, now I have a record of the time I picked a fight with an LMS CEO about privacy, and that’s fun.
Ça fera bientôt vingt-cinq ans depuis le début de mes études du français, mais dans une scène de fiction, les nuances du tutoiement et du vouvoiement m’échappent toujours. Je comprends ce qui est dit mais trop souvent sans reconnaître les implications pour la relation entre deux personnages.
It’s amazing how much I struggle to write a single sentence during time I’ve set aside for writing, but when I’m in the middle of grading, I can “pause for a second” to jot down an idea and wind up with three draft paragraphs.
I love a genuinely good experience as a peer reviewer. The current manuscript I’m reviewing is one that I’m very well suited to review (which does not happen enough), and the authors have clearly improved the paper since the last round. It’s nice when things work like they’re supposed to.
Look, I think it can be equally true that the local school district really screwed up their financial situation AND that my rep in the Kentucky state house’s handwringing over that is motivated by bad faith and not genuine concern.
Kiddo’s soccer game this morning involved a dad bro coach and a startup bro dad, and I’m glad we have D&D to play this afternoon to de-bro my day a bit. (I’m sure there are D&D bros out there, but not in the campaign we play in).
Briefly forgot my work password and then tricked myself into remembering it by first typing out my work username and letting muscle memory take over.
“… I would prefer my stepfather not be edible” - kiddo, after my spouse joked about leaving me for the spicy garlic sauce at our favorite Mediterranean place
I’ve been thinking for a while that the connection between John Perry Barlow and Marc Prensky re: the mythical “digital native” is underexplored, and this morning, I finally started a folder for a new writing project.
Just posting to say how much I love the way that Creative Commons licenses are allowing publications (say, Techdirt or States Newsroom) to repost good writing from other sources (say, The Conversation or ProPublica).
Kerbal Space Program has prepared me to answer kiddo questions about basic orbital mechanics, but she is (rightly!) more concerned with why there hasn’t been a woman on the moon yet.
Artemis II has not captured a lot of my attention because it’s hard to get excited about anything my country is doing right now, but I made a last minute decision to put the launch on, and even just listening to mission control is super neat.
Kiddo, while we’re listening to a “Curse of Strahd” actual play: “Would Castle Ravenloft be as scary if it were called Castle RAISINloft?”
My vision is bad enough that I can see better wearing my prescription sunglasses indoors than wearing nothing, and since I brought an empty glasses case to work today, I guess that’s what I’ll be doing.