Procrastinet

All My Base Are Belong To Me

filed under: Idle Chatter

While I wait, and hence make you wait, for my brain to produce something worth posting, I give you a link to a piece which, even though I know you don't usually click through and read the things I link to, you really should click through and read.

I'm not even going to excerpt any of it, because then you'd think "hey those paragraphs were really funny, I'm totally satisfied now and have no desire to click through and read the rest." I know how you operate.

So, here: go read this. It's hilarious. It's a very, very funny blogger addressing the fact that he updates his site too sparsely.

Random thoughts:

- The cafeteria at work has a habit of celebrating theme days/months with theme food: for "Asian/Pacific Rim Month" we had japanese influenced dishes, for Cinco de Mayo we had Mexican cuisine, etc.

The sign downstairs is now announcing that June is "Gay/Lesbian Pride Month." So I'm wondering - what the HECK are they gonna serve?!

- We've been attempting to train Max about sharing, or more specifically his absolute denial that such a concept holds any merit. He has the basic notion, except in his version "share" means "give me your toy." Thus he charges up to other children, shouts "SHARE!" and runs away with their toy. Leaving them crying.

"Don't grab!" we say, at that point. "Grabbing makes people sad!"

"Grabbing. Makes people SAD?" says Max (which actually sounds more like "Geh-BING. Mek peh-puh SET?").

"Yes," we say sternly, "grabbing makes people sad. And mad."

Max nods solemnly, and sometimes gives the toy back, and sometimes sobs piteously as we remove it from his grasp and give it back ourselves.

Showing real ingenuity, Max has turned this concept to his purposes. Lisa reports that yesterday he announced, happily, "Sharing! Makes people sad."

Atta boy.

- Max is also apparently something of a rabble rouser and a rowdy.

Our cats periodically get into howling spats, which we long ago explained to Max were called "fights." Now when the cats go at it, he looks at us wide-eyed and says "fight?"

Clearly, he's carried this concept over into human interactions. Last week we were at the Barnes & Noble, around the ever-contentious toy train set (custom built to enable kids to make other kids cry). We were working through the variuos "share" and "grab" issues detailed above. Max was doing okay, playing with the trains he had, leaving the other kids alone.

Right next to him, a toddler boy grabs a baby girl's train.

Toddler boy goes "mine!"

Baby girl goes "EEEAAAAAH!"

Toddler boy's dad goes "give that back!"

Delighted, my son goes:

"FIGHT!!!"

I can't wait to get this kid into a cafeteria.

Posted by rjt at June 3, 2005 11:55 AM