Hi. I'm Ken. I'm more of a cat person.
I took SML to Nahant Beach this morning, waking up early to make it for a Kite Festival that I thought would be brilliant. There were something like four kites and none of them were particularly interesting. We left early to make it for a lunch with some of SML's business buddies, so we'll never know if it got any better.
It's been awhile since I've updated this website, so I thought I'd share a picture I took in North Hampton on my birthday. I'm in Utah, working...wishing that I were in Massachusetts. I'm generally a fan of Utah, but does every person you pass on the sidewalk have to ask you for money?
I will note, however, that the Tulips in Utah are much prettier than in Massachusetts. I didn't bring my camera on this trip because I'm "working", the same reason I didn't bring it to Los Angeles. I criticize myself every morning for this thinking, because there is nothing I wouldn't do for a candid shot of one of my family's blow ups.
The city has become incredibly active the last couple of days, as more and more people enter the city for the Boston Marathon. It's all happening just as this area is starting to warm up, something I've been dreaming about since last November. The temperature barely rose above fifty degrees today, but just the fact that the sun was shining will probably extend my good mood until sometime next week.
SML and I set up this small workstation in our living room for SML and his nasty habit of homework. When I get bored I take pictures of him and he'll often pose doing something exactly like this, which is a lot like how Charlotte will greet us sometimes when we try to kiss her on the mouth.
What. Like you don't kiss your pets.
I picked up this gem of a belt buckle visiting Los Angeles over the weekend. I was with some of my co-workers shopping in Little Mexico when I found it and started raving how cool it is. I received some odd glances and a lot of, "I don't think SML will like that", but I just kept reassuring everyone that SML response would be the same as when I bought those bright blue shorts. That conversation went something like this:
Ken: "Do you like these shorts?"
SML: "Eh. Well. I celebrate your individuality."
And so does Charlotte, apparently, because she could not stop touching it long enough for me to take a picture.
I've been fascinated by the Fail Whale ever since I saw this video about the trouble with Twitter. I have been fortunate on occasion to see this whale while trying to load my twitter account, but now I can see it every morning with my cup of joe.
And before anyone says anything, yes, I realize this is a clear indication that I don't have a life outside of the Internet. That will change as soon as the sun comes out. Er. Well, that's what I keep I telling myself anyway. This winter has been dreeeeaaaaddfullll, the same way it feels knowing that you have a cavity and your dentist went to Harvard but can't say his R's.
Yesterday afternoon I noticed Charlotte with this stuffed animal SML scored after helping a random person at school with a computer problem. Charlotte rekindled her relationship with the toy after she discovered it underneath the bed about a week ago, after months of leaving it abandoned there gathering dust bunnies.
I keep thinking we need to get another cat to keep Charlotte company, but this will have to do until there is a cure for cat poop.
SML and I took another trip to New York this weekend, hoping it would allow us to see more of the city. As we ventured out, the city seemed to grow five sizes larger than I remembered it being, becoming a lot less manageable. We wanted to go out on the town this trip, something we haven't been able to get into since moving to the east coast.
The nightlife in New York is certainly alive, but I chose a dive bar in the West Village, a place with 'Boots' in the name thinking it would be filled with cowboys, or at the very least a mechanical bull. Instead of those things I found a dark room with barrels for tables and antlers hanging on the wall, all pulsating from the Techno music.
SML and I nestled into a corner with wide eyes, gulping down our drinks so we could make our escape when an older gentleman put his arm around SML and began a conversation. I smiled and nodded at the two because I couldn't hear anything, but SML nodded a stern no instead and guided us to the other side of the room prompting me to ask, "What did he say?"
"He offered me crack and sex."
"He did? But he's so old."