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Saturday, December 6, 2003
Got the time?
I got a new watch for my birthday (thanks, Becky!). And it is far and away the coolest watch that I've ever had. Are
you ready for this? It's a solar atomic watch! Sounds like a contradiction in terms, doesn't it? But no, it uses a solar cell
similar to those on calculators to recharge an internal battery for power. Not only that, but at 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m., and
5 a.m. every day, it receives a time calibration signal from the U.S. Atomic Clock in Fort Collins, Colorado. We're talking
up to the second accuracy here! My problem this week stems from the unreliability of the Sun, however. It's been one of those
bleak, relentlessly gray, late fall weeks here in the heartland and frankly, I find I've become obsessed with monitoring the
battery level. It's probably fine, and it hasn't yet dropped below the "medium" charge level, but I can't stop looking the
freaking charge level indicator...or pointing my wrist toward the brightest light available whenever possible. I've become
fixated. Still, it's a cool watch, but I'll tell you this. My next watch is going to be atomic atomic.
Remember those sorry snow flakes you used to make in kindergarten? (No offense intended. I'm sure your's
were very "pretty".) Hacking away at a folded piece of paper with a pair of dull, blunt-nosed scissors
until you ended up with flakes only a mother could love...and then taped to the windows? (At least you were too young
to be embarassed back then, right?) Well, here's your opportunity to make up for your previous ineptitude. And you don't even have to pick up all those little fragments of
paper. Pretty sweet!
My youngest daughter has lately developed an interest in sign language. So, dutiful dad that I am, I turned to the internet
to seek out resource material. Regrettably, this is what I found. Not for the easily offended, although I must say, I found it rather amusing. (not sure what that says about
The dated links above are to previous week's posts. Take a look if you haven't been following along.
And just for the record, all words and pictures, except as noted, are mine and mine alone. I take full responsibility
for them (unless, of course, legal action is threatened).
Willie, here, is both the mascot and the arbiter of good taste for this site... So, as you might
expect, people will be offended. My apologies.
"There's nary an animal alive that can outrun a greased Scotsman!"