According to my kids, the definition of cruelty is dropping them off at summer day camp when there’s a brand new map pack for Call of Duty that released today. They’d much rather stay home in front of the XBox.
To add insult to injury, it includes a new map that ties in Minecraft, Indiana Jones and Call of Duty beautifully.
Worst. Dad. Ever.
Back in early 2005, there were very few mobile phones that came with cameras. The quality was awful. Video capture was even worse. But it was new here in the States at the same time the “vloggers” were desperately trying to make a name for themselves.
At that time, I was creating an automated system that allowed the unimaginable: capture video from your cell phone, send it to my system and it would not only post to your blog, but would notify your friends and family.
“Great idea,” potential investors said, “But, the phones with cameras are expensive…and who really wants to do that? What’s so interesting that they’d need to instantly share a video?”
Sadly, I listened not only to their lack of financial investment, but their lack of vision, too. YouTube eventually came along and I killed the fully operational project. I won’t compete with “free.”
Last night I realized I’m still housing all of the old video content captured and posted in 2005. Its all been sitting quietly on Amazon S3. Time to blow off the eDust and kick Throw-Back-Thursday up a notch
The line between loving dad and drill sergeant blurs when I find chewed fingernails on my sofa. #filthyanimals
At the pool with the kids. I count no less than 6 little ones (toddlers) in floaties and just one adult in the water.
Just a simple reminder to those parents out there that still use these puffy little death traps: if you believe that your child needs them then it means you know your kid can’t swim. With that said, no float enabled toddler should be left in a pool without a responsible swimming adult within arm’s reach.
“Arm’s reach” also means in the water, less than 36″ away from the child sporting cheap Chinese plastic with white bold letters stating, NOT A LIFE SAVING DEVICE.
Meanwhile I count no less than 5 parents looking at their phones, reading magazines or sipping from Solo cups from the comfort of their sun-baked lounge chairs.
Blaming yourself will only mean that the inevitable is already too late.
Parenting fail: Before I dropped Rylan and Caed off for their last day of the school year this morning, I decided to make a quick detour to a nearby doughnut shop to celebrate. We jumped out of the car and they flew through the front door. Caed rushed to the display window, straight for the brightly coated pink doughnuts.
It was at that moment that I pat my back pocket and realized that I left my wallet and cash sitting on the counter at home, just 35 miles and 45 minutes away. My heart sank as I had to break the cruel news to both boys. We sulked back to the car with little hope that I would find any currency in the console or glove box. There was none.
I showered the kids with apologies, “I don’t have any cash here in the car.. but, hey, here’s some old Trident gum as a consolation prize!” They both took a piece and chewed silently as we drove off to school.
They’ll be treated to insanely large doughnuts of their liking tomorrow after I pick them up. But, still…. I suck.