...[D]escribing life milestones, such as (but not exclusive to) wedding anniversaries, children's birthdays, [the blogger's own] birthday (emphasis mine), special family holidays (reunions, other anniversaries, et al), and personal special holidays (bar mitzvah, Confirmation, recieving driver's license)..."
See, in order to ensure that all bloggers are acting responsibly and in the best interest of the population, these requirements were established to set a minimum-level of blogging for all interested parties.
In the later detailed description of required content, I believe I'm expected to describe my plans for the day, and/or wait until it's over and describe what happened.
"Hey, everyone, it's my 31st birthday! I got up at around 7:30 and checked my email, but nothing much else planned until dinner (dad's taking us out). Wednesday is cleaning day, so we're all cleaning the house -- on my birthday! Can you imagine?"
So, there you have it. I know I've been lax on following the legal requirements of maintaining a 'blog (as my 36 hours in federal detention and $950 fine attests), but I'll try and do better, really. Even if I don't have anything to say. I suppose I could post about that (there's special rules about the "Non-Posting Post"), because it's not too hard to blog about not having anything to blog about. Enough other sites do that.
In other news -- we recieved our first 10 ISBN numbers yesterday. We're waiting for a response from our account executive at the printer we're most pleased with, to get started printing a few public-domain reprints we've got in the works. After the first couple, we have some original works from authors we've known, and then who knows where we'll go!
This one, it appeared, was not a 'tame' triffid, one whose poison glands had been cut out. It appeared very active, and was no doubt dangerous to approach.
Little did I know, they were available from Fisher Price a few years back: it's actually a Crazy Daisy (watch video!), and is far less dangerous than I might have thought. I'm still not going anywhere near that thing.
Who in their right mind would design a toy to resemble, even slightly, a friendly version of a human-eating creature from a science fiction novel? New, from Playskool: the Grendel playset, complete with Beowulf and his men! How about a Little Golden Books version of To Serve Man?
On the other hand, the much more likely option, is that I read too much. While it keeps my mind pleasantly full of dangerous ideas, it really doesn't give me a positive angle when viewing the world around me. I've read quite a few books lately: A Clockwork Orange, A Brave New World, Fifth Planet, and this book, The Garden Of Evil:
Being written by Bram Stoker caught my attention, and made it worth the quarter I paid for it. After I began reading the book I noticed the subtitle, barely readable in the scan above: Original Title: The Lair Of The White Worm. Aha! I knew that title...but why would they retitle such a book? The only male heir of an English manor returns to meet his only uncle, meets some creepy neighbors, and destroys an ancient monster bent on killing him. Oh, and he falls in love somewhere in there.
This version of the book is an example of a practice that occurred a lot in the mid-20th century: misleading covers. In order to attract buyers, old titles were often re-run with new covers (usually involving scantily-clad women), new titles (usually sexier), and misleading back-cover quotes (usually taking the sexiest lines & scenarios from the book and describing them out of context). All that sexiness hoped to force buyers to put up their money. Did it succeed? Well, it caused a push for censorship because it seemed every book published was lurid, and bookbuyers caught on quickly that they were being tricked. Here's the back cover blurb for this book:
All her life, Mimi had been frightened by the ancient legend that a serpent would one day rise from the bowels of the earth and devour anyone in its path. The serpent was supposed to lurk in the depths of Diana's Grove -- a shadowy place the villagers called The Garden Of Evil.
Mimi carefully avoided the Grove, until the mysterious and beautiful Lady Arabella March bought it. Suddenly Mimi found herself drawn there time and time again -- always in a state of trance, always against her will.
Who was influencing her mind? To what terrible end was her unseen enemy leading her? Would Mimi live long enough to learn if the Garden of Evil harbored only a legend -- or death?
Sounds like a gothic romance, right? Maybe even some scandalous lesbian undertones, since it seems to Mimi falling under the powers of Lady Arabella (kinky!). Readers who purchased this book, hoping for a female lead character, would be sorely disappointed: Mimi is a relatively minor character. She's the love interest of the lead, but she does very little on her own. Much of the quote above was embellished, and has little to do with the storyline itself. It's too bad: the book wasn't very good anyway, it might have been more fun to read if this really was the main storyline. Now, if only I can find a giant white snake stuffed animal...maybe one of the kids will appreciate it.
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ABC Seamless has been rude to us throughout our neighbor's residing project. Early on, we asked them to let us know before they set up equipment in the driveway. They acted agreeable, but never bothered: they even set up scaffolding against their house, which borders the north edge of the driveway, and left it abandoned, making the driveway narrower, for days at a time. They worked over there for weeks, interfering with our ability to use the driveway. We parked on the street for a while, trying to be nice neighbors, but many of those days turned out to be days ABC didn't even work on the house. How were we to know? They had no courtesy to tell us anything about our driveway.
Now, today, they set up all their equipment right across the exit. What sort of business is this, that they think they can just do whatever, and nobody wronged will bother to complain?
Well, I sent an email to the company, in hopes of getting some sort of helpful response, but I'm inching closer to calling the police, wether or not ABC responds. I'm already being the 'all too nice' guy that leads them to believe they can block driveways without warning. The email I sent will at least give ABC Seamless an idea of why they won't be called if I need anything sided.
In the process, I almost crushed the piece of pink chalk left behind. Picking it up, I decided to use it one last time before tossing it up onto the porch.
D and I headed out the front door to walk and get some milk. At the foot of the driveway, D's eyes turned downwards to read pink scrawls on the pavement.
"What did Destiny write now?" I commented slyly.
"Seeing that it was written in all capital letters, I'd say it wasn't Destiny who wrote it," D said.
We held hands.
Er, that was actually a last summer project, but monetary constraints caused havoc with the concept of taking any time off. We're much better off this summer, and all should go well. We've started out with a schedule that allows a lot more kid-time than before, too.
Today's kid-time occured in conjunction with a rummage sale. Destiny and Hunter (D's youngest) have been itching to ride bikes together; Hunter's bike was brought here from Wisconsin, but yesterday bike-riding was hindered by the discovery that Des' tires were flat.
We remedied this by a quick walk down to Bjornson's. After walking back, both kids were helmeted and set onto the sidewalk.
Hunter has been very proud: he no longer needs training wheels. At 4, it's quite a feat, but he's always been a very coordinated kid. Destiny, however, still had her training wheels, and was feeling a bit behind. So....we took off the training wheels.
By noon, Des' ankles & knees were scraped and bloody, but she held on and didn't give up. Starting is now her only problem -- once she gets up to 'speed' she's in good shape, and she can control her stopping well...unlike Hunter, but boys tend to careen out of control anyways. She had one good crash, but only took a short break (complete with a Gogurt) before trying again. Keeping up with a kindergartener seems to be a good incentive!
While the rummage sale wasn't worth marking on the calendar, first time riding without training wheels sure was. Sadly...I was too busy running alonside Des to take any pictures.