Random Brain Dump

A conversation at breakfast yesterday morning:

Rex: “Allison, please finish your breakfast!”
Allison: “But I’m full.”
R: “But you eat so little, how will be grow big and strong?”
A: “… Daddy, when I’m 54 I’ll be a giant!”

I busted out laughing. Her choice of number and the similar context reminded me of the Beatles’ song “When I’m Sixty-Four”:

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?

I am highly anticipating the coming PBS documentary called “The War.” It’s a documentary film about World War II by Ken Burns. I have a fascination with that era and the generation that lived (or died) through the war.

I like documentary films in general, but I particular dig Burns’ works– he’s masterful at driving home the big stories by diving down to detailed personal affairs and relationships that most other film makers and historians neglect.

His films usually carry an air of authenticity and intimacy through personal interviews and his innovative use of old black and white prints and photos (the so called Ken Burns Effect). His work doesn’t rely on actors like a lot of modern documentaries to tell a story. I really hate that; nothing kill genuineness more than the use live actors in documentaries in my opinion. This is probably why I think stuffs on History channel are mostly crap!

Too bad this series will not be narrated by David McCullough who did the narration in many of Burns’ films. 🙁

This past weekend, we head up to the Sierra for a short camping trip. Camping with the 2 Brads is interesting.

One Brad of course gets all the attention from the women, as evidenced by the photo below with both Suzanne & Sandra looking at him longingly. He’s a diva who’s simply just suck at camping, can’t even toast a marshmallow or make a cup of tea for himself. This center-of-the-universe figure spends the entire weekend whining about Angelina this and Angelina that… Unbearable!

The other less-famous Brad on the other hand is a skillful outdoorsman — be it tending the fire, fishing trouts, singing camp songs, coming up with kiddie games or making Minnie Mouse pancakes. Can’t speak for the women but I’d rather camp with Brad J. over Angelina’s boy anytime!

We’ve all seen it before– dirty cars with dust-covered windows. Sooner or later somebody would surrender to the temptation and would write “Wash Me!” on the windows. This somehow gives a lot folks a sense of cleverness.

Blah… how about being really clever next time? Dust painting anyone?

For a blogger, I actually don’t read many blogs. Most of the ones I frequent are friends’ to keep up with what they are up to…

One of the few blogs I do follow though is The Dilbert Blog. Scott Adams is one funny man. While most of his writing is laced with his unique humor, it’s not always about silliness. Some of his posts are very thought-provoking and usually with very unique & interesting perspective.

Check it out if you haven’t, it’s one of the most entertaining blogs in cyberspace!

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Katelyn: “Knock, Knock”
Rex: “Who’s there?”
K: “Nobody!”
R: “Nobody who?”
K: silence…
R: “Nobody who?”
K: silence again…
R: gets it finally & laughs hysterically

Allison was listening and now she wants to participates…

Allison: “Knock, Knock”
Suzanne: “Who’s there?”
A: “Penguin!”
S: “Penguin who?”
A: silence…
S: “Penguin who?”
A: silence again…
S: didn’t get it but had to pretend the joke makes sense and belt out a hearty laugh…

Wow… this couple had their 17th child (and wanting more). Equally amazing, all children’s names start with letter J!

Evidence that they’re running out of names: one of the children is named “Jinger.” 🙂