As a 1930s husband, I am
you know, I just realized that this doesn't really fit into the purview of this blog. In fact it doesn't really fit into the purview of any of my blogs. Though truth-be-told, this one does get the most screen time in regards to my random thoughts.
With that said, I guess I'm going to change the focus of this blog slightly and make it not just SF but just things that interest me. Like the test above. Apparently, I would make a very superior 1930's husband.
How cool is that. I'm an anachronism!
Oh, the joys of modern life.
Anyways, I do have an amusing story to tell, one which involves my eldest son. I had gotten home, and was hurting due to the exercises I've been performing (last Saturday I could barely move--so I guess it was good that that was the weekend my wife an kids went to Atlanta), so I collapsed on the couch, while my beloved finished dinner prep.
Well, with dad on the couch, that's the sign to the kids that it is now time to sit on the exact portion of the couch which dad is occupying. So within a few moments of my butt hitting the cushion, I have 40-ish pounds of 5 year old, and 25-ish pounds of 1 year old bouncing on me.
Muttering evil things about weight equipment and cardio exercises, I grabbed the remote, hoping that something would calm the bounding bundles of excess energy from bruising my poor body any more than it already was.
So, the first stop I go is the Food Network; and as soon as that round logo appears on the screen, my son starts asking "Dad! Are we going to watch Good Eats now?"
Ah, that's my little-geek. He knows and recognizes other geeks like him, and let's be honest, Alton Brown, despite the humor inherent in his show--is the geek of Food Network.
It brings a tear to my eye.
And exasperation to my beloved.