Saw this over at the fail blog, and it made me smile:

Also recently read “World War Z” by Max Brooks. An excellent read. If you’re looking for something that makes for a good night in front of the fire after the kids are in bed, give it a look.

Basically, it’s an oral history of a global zombie outbreak that happens in the very near future. Humanity of course has its head taken off, literally, by the undead hordes, and then has to fight its way back from the brink.

OK, so Saturday evening, Baby Bear and I went to the local SuperMegaMart to look at new car seats and pick up a couple of things.

As we’re checking out, I notice the guy next to us. He’s dressed from head to toe in blue denim. Denim hat, denim shirt, jacket, jeans, and denim sneakers. That’s what I noticed first. Guy was kinda jumpy, but didn’t bother anyone. However, he’s only got one kind of thing in his shopping cart. Pigs feet. Not jars of pickled pigs feet. Fresh pigs feet. About 20 packages of it. In the same kind of packaging that hamburger would come in.

Now, I don’t judge what other people eat. You like pigs feet, eat pigs feet. Not for me, but if you want it, go ahead. But what are you going to do with 20 packages? Is there some Kentucky dish that calls for flavoring from pigs feet, and this guy was going to host a cookoff?

Also, when did SuperMegaMart begin selling fresh pigs feet? I mean this is the South, so I allow for some items that you just don’t normally get in the northern regions of the country, like pickled ring bologna or instant grits. But fresh pigs feet?

This weekend it was just Baby Bear, Irish Woman, and me.

Saturday we took Baby to the park and he got to swing and go down the slide for the first time. We also went down to the “lake” and fed the ducks and geese. Baby was absolutely fascinated by these creatures. I had to move a bit to keep the ducks from getting too close to Baby. He tried to grab a couple by the neck, and that would have turned into a bad scene pretty quickly. Needless to say, the event was recorded in depth by the Irish Woman on her camera.

Irish Woman left us at the park to go shoot a wedding, so Baby Bear and I took a walk around the lake. He has really started going for walks in his stroller.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just playing. I’ve finally found someone who plays at my level. Baby’s walking has really improved over the past week or so. He’s definitely not as wobbly has he was before, and he’s getting the hang of turning.

Sunday we just kinda relaxed. We got his new car seat and he was really jazzed about it. He immediately noticed that he was in a different seat, and noted the cup/snack holder almost immediately.

Junior Bear returned from out west last night, and made the trip in one piece.

Overall, a nice relaxing weekend, and now back to the grind.

I think the picture speaks for itself.

You have got to be kidding me!

You meet with the Queen of England, the head of state for our oldest and closest ally, and you give her an iPod full of photographs of her trip to the US and show tunes?

What, did his kids run out of macaroni to create pictures with or something?

Has our president finally lost his ever loving mind? I know he’s not this dumb, so it must be a psychological issue with the British.

It was bad enough he gave the British Prime Minister a bunch of DVD’s that he couldn’t watch, but to give the Queen an iPod is showing a great lack of tact and judgement.

If you wanted to give her photos of her visits to the US, then do it with some class and give her a nicely bound album that’s done professionally. At least that way she can look at them in a couple of years when the JPEG standard changes to the point that today’s digital pics don’t work.

And to give her show tunes like she was some sophomore from Wellesley who takes the train down to the city to see Rent is insulting at the very least.

I hope our cousins in Albion overlook this latest slight the next time we come to them for support on some important issue.

Well, I didn’t mean to not post for the past week, but I was having such a good time on vacation that I just didn’t have the gumption to get on here.

I spent the past 6 days doing precisely diddly over squat. Had some high expectations on what I wanted to do around the house, but none of them got done. And I had a wonderful time.

Junior Bear is out west visiting with his mother. Girlie Bear and Little Bear are at their mother’s for the rest of spring break. We spent the week just relaxing and having fun.

Weather here has been as erratic as it ever is, so some days we would go out and do stuff, and others we stayed home and had fun.

Today’s Dilbert accurately describes my attitude this week. Only problem is I can’t throw a coffee cup at people in meetings. I can only fantasize about it.

Earlier this week, I gave a presentation on an effort I’ve been working on for about 4 years to senior management. Apparently, they didn’t know just how much work I’ve been doing, and how much progress I’ve made, because they were astonished at the results I was showing them. Now they want high level talks with our corporate masters as to whether or not we want to be doing the effort anymore.

I apparently threw a hand grenade in their henhouse when I pointed out that the effort made good technical and business sense, and showed them why not doing it would be a bad idea.

Don’t get me wrong. Everyone from the local VP on down is telling me what I’ve done is great, but it goes beyond what the policy I was working under asked for. I call it exceeding the standard. Others may differ. But at least it’s got people talking about something I care about.

Thank goodness I go on vacation for the next few days. By the time I get back, all of this should be decided, one way or another.

CoWorker # 1: “How do you explain the difference between 32 bit and 64 bit OS’s to someone?”

CoWorker # 2: Several lines of technical explanation that can be confusing.

CoWorker # 1: “OK, I got that, but what if you had to explain it to one of our customers?”

DaddyBear: “When a daddy bit likes a mommy bit a whole bunch…..”

Miss Israel 2009 is a corporal in the IDF, and she’s quite the cutie.