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As much as I love Blogger, I've moved the whole shebang over to a hosted Wordpress server.  Come visit me at :

Colorado Dad to see the latest adventures of the Lone Wolf and his Cub.  Will Colorado dad ever get his iPhone?

What kinds of new trouble has little Cub gotten into lately?  Which new gadget or technology has Colorado Dad dug up from the interwebz?  

Come find out!

Iphone Countdown #2

21 days, 21 days...

I hate waiting.  I have always done it poorly, and while I realize that waiting is supposed to build character, I think I've got plenty already.  Bah.  

So, in the meantime, check this out--

Secret Identities--Asian American comic series!

It's been featured in ABC as well, and they say that we are "The fastest-growing and most dynamic emerging community".   I dunno about all that, but I DO seem to remember looking around in about 1999 or 2000 and thinking to myself..."Where the hell did all these Asian kids come from?"

Growing up here in the 80's there were like 3 Asian kids in all of District 20.  And we all knew each other.

Driving Pet Peeves #2

Hokay, got a new one here, and maybe I'm over-reacting a bit when I say that people who do this should be shot in the FACE.  Or at least made to watch Ishtar over and over again.  I submit to you:

The guy who won't pull UP:

Let's say, for instance, you are moving into the left turn lane, next to a median with a cut-out that will hold 3-4 cars.  The guy in front of you, in the turn lane,  has like 1-1.5 CARLENGTHS of space between him and the car in front of him.  That leaves you, with the ass-end of your car hanging out in the leftmost STRAIGHT lane, and when the turn arrow goes red, the folks on your right, who now have a green light, would love to get moving so they can make it home in a timely fashion.

BUT THEY CAN'T BECAUSE THE ASSHAT IN FRONT OF YOU DOESN'T SCOOT UP ENOUGH FOR YOU TO BE OUT OF THE STRAIGHT LANE!!!

Got news for ya, pal.  There's traffic BEHIND you as well as in front.  It's time you got over your myopic view of what's  going on and realize that driving consideration should extend not only to the folks in front of you, but to those behind too.  Just because you can't see me at the moment, doesn't mean that I don't exist.  It's called object-permanence, and my 10-month old has already picked it up.   Time to step outside that little microcosm you call awareness and join us on this planet.  

I know, I know...driving is haaard...like math.  Math is haaaaard...

Driving pet peeves #1

This is the first installment of a series I will be posting on driving pet peeves.  Haven driven all over the US in most of the 50 States, I firmly believe we have the WORST overall drivers right here in sleepy little Colorado Springs.  The. Absolute.  WORST.  Barring third-world and emerging countries, it is my opinion that the sheer idiocy and inconsiderate-ness (is that even a word?) level here is higher than just about any other city, in any other state.  

The real problem is that, for some reason, the idiots here don't show up statistically on a national level, so, of course, everyone here thinks they are an above-average driver.  Now, I realize that this is probably true for everyone in the world, but, let's face it, it's only true for 10% of the people who think it.

So, without further ado, I present pet peeve series #1:

People who drive their SUV's like sports cars.

Got news for ya, pal.  That thing is so massive it's got its own gravitational field.  See those things floating around your door handles?  Yeah, those are Hondas, and if you look reeeeeley close, you'll see tiny little skeletons with little skulls frozen in a rictus  of horror after being caught in orbit around your planetary bulk.

As a result, it does NOT accelerate, turn or stop like your old Camaro that you drove in high school.  So when you are screeching around a corner at mach 1 sucking down dead dinosaurs like a small country, please realize that it's just not designed for it, and you are endagering the lives of everyone around you, and flinging Hondas all over the place as they break away from your little solar system.  Oh, and that parking spot at the Wal-Mart marked compact?  YOU DON'T FIT ,YOU ASS. So stop trying.

Peace, Love and all that--

So Cute your head will 'splode

If Dad won't give me sashimi, I'll catch my own!

I'm happy because this hat is hiding my World-Champion cowlick!

This is my Bunny.   There are many like it, but this one is mine...

It's not an Iphone, but it'll do...