Thursday, March 10, 2011

Baby Paraphernalia

If you're a parent, or even if you've seen parents out in public, then you know that little bundles of joy come with giant bundles of STUFF. Between diaper bags, blankets, carriers, toys, etc., sometime I feel like we need a sherpa or maybe a small burro just for grocery trips. And yes, I just equated a human being with a pack animal. I don't know sherpas, maybe you stop being so dang good at carrying crap up mountains, and I'll stop thinking of you as really smart donkeys with families, hopes, and dreams. Well at least they give you a cart at the grocery store.

What's almost worse then the stuff you need is the stuff THE MAN tries to convince you that you need. Yeah, Fisher-Price, Playskool, and Mattel are all part of the evil establishment. The only truly pure soul in the children's industry is Raffi, and he's a bloody weirdo. The other day, Junior Associate Davis was really enjoying kicking her feet at the floor and putting some of weight on her legs. So we thought we'd get one of those doorway jumper things for her to play in. But what came up in our search for a perfectly reasonable toy? Monstrosities!

I mean look at this crap. The starship Baby-prise over here on the right is out of a North Korean interrogation center. The baby in the picture is clearly photoshoped in. I can tell by some of the pixels and the fact that she's not having a grand mal seizure. And the manufacturer is "Kolcraft." Maybe these guys are legit, but that sure sounds like a front for some weird Polish terror organization.

And I'm not even going to get into the major problem with this thing on the left. Draw your own conclusions. Trust me, I know exactly what you're thinking: "Hey, that baby's riding a cool plastic tauntaun!" And I thought they smelled bad on the outside!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Altar Ego

I wasn't sure I was even going to post about this, but I've gotten so many nice compliments over the last few weeks that I guess I should. Back in January, my Mom brought me a stack of old wood from her barn up in Denton. And it just so happened that the Mahan Commons at St. Alban's was in need of a new altar for evening services. So I got out the sander, chop saw, and drill press, swapped some manure stains for Minwax wood stain, and voilà, new altar. I thought it turned out pretty good, and the folks at St. A's seem to agree. It even made the March 2011 Epistle newsletter (see page 5). Here are a few pics for your viewing pleasure (including the "before" stack of wood, the altar in action, the cool workbench I made out of the leftover lumber, and a gratuitous picture of my little shop assistant).