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Father’s Day
Posted on June 20, 2010
| Father’s Day breakfast:Heather set forth blueberries, sliced organic banana, raisins, spiral-cut Michigan gala apples, organic California seedless red grapes and sweet Valencia orange alongside a bowl of yogurt laid out like a four star restaurant; all accompanied by a mug of coffee brewed from freshly ground Sumatran fair-trade, organic coffee beans cut with Michigan organic skim milk. As I ate and shared all this with my daughters I could think of no better breakfast in my life.
Soon after that was a bike ride with my girls (and a tag-along friend of Sam’s) followed by a lunch-time trip to an arcade where an audience of strangers who didn’t know any better applauded my ITG play. Sam then shared a game of DDR with me and played many ticket games. She ultimately chose to bank her tickets in the form of a hand-written IOU rather than cash them in for the junk under the counter. She says the tickets were more valuable than the prizes because she can remember the fun better that way. Huh! She’s growing up faster than the grass in my back yard. Lastly, we ate a dinner of steak with my step-dad and now I’m home for the evening Hope it was a great one for everyone else out there, and g’night. |
Restaurant Tour
Posted on December 31, 2009
cartoons, family, food, holidays
| Vicky, as prone to car-sickness as any other Starcevic descendant, assumed Gerald’s privileged front seat position and left her husband to sort through the crumbs and Archie comic books littering the rear seat of my Mazda. He made appreciative noises for the latter half of the twenty minute car ride which leads me to believe he may have consumed the crumbs without condiment. |
Improvised Toddler Device
Posted on July 19, 2009
Riley, shown here completing a work schedule for a local family restaurant.
| I’ve recently stumbled upon the design for a new weapon.
First, locate a crying toddler. Second, pick up the toddler and hold him/her under your arm with the noisy end pointing toward your enemies. Congratulations! You’ve assembled your very own Sob Cannon. This surprising* weapon is capable of clearing public restrooms, busy shopping aisles and other public spaces. It may be an effective form of self defense against obsequious wait-staff or commissioned salespeople as well, though I’ve yet to try it on anything more threatening than a timid waitress who apparently was immunized as a child. I found that in her case a stern glare was just as effective but deprived me of a much-needed coffee refill. |
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| Unfortunately, it seems to have the opposite affect on my parents and other older relatives. |  
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* Surprising in that no one expects a Sob Cannon attack. NO ONE.
ShapelyInspector Before and After
Posted on December 2, 2008
DDR, ITG, dance, family, food, videogames
 This is a 230lbs (105kg) SafeTinspector photographed cavorting in water with his eldest SafeTspawn in the summer of 2006.
At this time he wore pants with a thirty-eight inch (97cm) waistband–and when he did, he found that they were a bit on the snug end of the belt spectrum. As recently as August of 2008 he was still 215lbs (98kg). Note the prominent jelly-rolls, mound of back-fat, moobs*, and the protective barrier of flesh artfully concealing the waistband of his swimming trunks. |
Now, here is a 183lbs (83kg) SafeTinspector in mid-November, 2008. The waist of the Inspector is now a full five inches (13cm) narrower than in the above picture and he can very nearly bench-press his former weight. He last saw this low a body weight 19 years ago at the age of 17. And since he had no muscle to speak of during that bygone era, he is actually in much better shape now than at any time in his life. How did this happen? Simple. Inspiration and perspiration.** |
I realized that my dream of being the star of a 1978 pornographic cinema feature could never happen in my current state. My naturally hirsute nature was ideal to please the pubic shrubbery acclimated public of the time, my wacky eyes and practiced sneer fit the task of gentle misogyny perfectly. But the flab needed to go if I wanted even the slightest chance at being an adult film star in the 1970’s. I’d succeeded in shedding the coagulated lipids and man-curd from my belly meat, and had already posed next to this trendy dream catcher when the fatal flaw in my plan finally was revealed: I don’t know the way to 1978 and my GPS says its not a location in the continental United States. EIther I need to purchase a new map-pack from Magellan or it is back to the drawing board for ShapelyInspector. Regardless, the weight was lost the old fashioned way: diet and exercise.
Once upon a time, in 2001, I was able to get myself down to about 185lbs briefly through near-starvation. I was not exercising at that time in any meaningful way and the weight piled back on as soon as I started eating again. I can hope that I’ll be able to keep it off this time; it’s really neat being able to wear “medium” shorts and “large” shirts (as opposed to “large” and “extra large”) and I would love to make this a permanent development. I’d hate to finally figure out how to get to 1978 only to find that I’m too fat to make it in the skin trade. |
* Moobs: man-boobs. And now you know.
** This marks the end of the third-person portion of the posting. Sorry about that.
*** But not entirely. I’m not a vegetarian, I’m a meat-minimalist
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone
Posted on November 27, 2008
dummie books, food, history, holidays, religion
For those of you outside the USA, Thanksgiving is a holiday many people believe was instituted first by the so-called “Pilgrims,” who are more accurately called the “Pilsners,” a name that has since been solely associated with their egalitarian meal-replacement drink, “pilsner beer.”
On June 15th in the year 1215, the first batch of Pilsners stepped off their sole remaining ship the Lusitania onto the beach of Plymouth, in a territory the natives of that time called “Zeropercentfinansinga,” which means quite literally “Milk of the Bitch”.
There they met the Incan delegation of king Imhotep who extended the “Wreath of Solitude,” a halo of vegetation said to produce ennui and irritability–qualities indicative of holiness and/or royalty. Uncertain of the meaning of the gesture, and still quite disconsolate following the loss of the Lusitania’s twin Pilsner ship the HMS Edmond Fitzgerald, the Pilsner leader named Herbert Hoover used part of the wreath as kindling to light the hearth fires of his swiftly erected shanty town and consumed the rest as a sort of salad cooked entirely in the hollowed body cavity of a local game bird, the Turkey.
And while the long and bloody war this diplomatic faux pas created ultimately ended in the destruction of the Incan empire and the adoption of Puritanicism amongst the pagan Pilsners, that first meal was said to be quite a thing to behold as it worked its laxativatious magic on the exhausted and soon-to-be-evacuated Pilsners.
So from that day forth the god-fearing people of North America have celebrated Thanksgiving and today is the day.
Also, if you noticed my website was down last night, gee, thanks for calling me and telling me about it. Jerks. If you didn’t notice, well, you need to come around more often. Lastly, Arth! We need an article about the resurgence of the Dummies series! This time….with PROPS!
