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In celebration of a certain impending movie release, Dave went down to one of his company’s client sites dressed as an Alliance deck officer. Unfortunately he ran into Darth Vader there, and had to be taught a lesson.

That’s exactly why I don’t have on-site meetings with my clients.

We were at Red Robin in Fort Collins the other day, and I saw a funny sign in the bathroom:

Well played, Red Robin. Well played.

Today was a surprise snow day. All of us woke up at 5:30 (as we do every day for seminary) and right then the phone rang. It was a recorded message from the school district saying school was cancelled due to “deteriorating weather conditions”. I peeked out the window and it didn’t look too bad. Sure, there was some snow on the ground, but I could see patches of driveway so it couldn’t have been very deep.

Laralee went into Zack’s room, where he was getting dressed, and told him the news. He looked at her incredulously and then, after a pause, said, “Are you messing with me?” She said it was a funny mix of suspicion and joy.

Zack waited a couple of hours and then headed over to his friends’ house. There was a blustery wind that had piled up snow in some impressive drifts. He said he wasn’t able to make it through the drifts, so he grabbed a pair of PVC snowshoes that Alex made about ten years ago:

I guess they worked. Six hours later, Laralee and I went out to shovel the driveway and found drifts that were about three feet deep. Although a part of the driveway was still bare, most of it was buried in about two feet of snow. Impressive– I had no idea. It’s a little hard to see the variation in depth here:

But we huffed and puffed and cleared it (curse this north-facing sixty-foot driveway!) and then took care of the sidewalks.

Kyra is relieved because she has two major assignments due tomorrow and was pretty stressed about finishing them. Now she has a whole day to work on them, and she’s much happier. And it’s fun for me to work at home too, looking at the two-foot pile of snow that’s accumulated in the window well beside my desk.

Guilty.

So it’s been a few months, and the promotional pricing on my CenturyLink internet is winding down. I called to renew the promotion, which of course doesn’t exist any more, and was told that I could sign up for a one-year commitment at $39.99 per month.

I plan to switch over to the Longmont gigabit internet in a few months when it comes to my neighborhood– don’t tell CenturyLink that!– so I didn’t want to sign up for a full year contract. I asked if there was a month-to-month option instead.

Yes indeed… and the price is $37.00 per month.

Hmm. So CenturyLink is willing to give me a monthly contract I can cancel at any time for less money than a year-long commitment? I’m not sure who came up with that, but I was secretly grateful. I took the deal, and now I’m just counting down the days until I can get some serious high-speed data!

So when you’re a kid, you always think about the awesome stuff you’ll be able to do as an adult, like eat all the cookies and candy you want, and play video games all day, and sleep in, and…

But then you become all grown up, and realize not all of those things are as awesome any more. Take candy, for example. About three months ago I was at the grocery store and decided on a whim to buy a big five-pound bag of Skittles. Because, hey, I’m a grown-up, and who doesn’t love Skittles in large quantities?

Apparently, me. It’s been three months and I still have a pound of Skittles sitting in the bottom of the bag, slowly decomposing into whatever Skittles decompose into. (What’s the half-life of candy like this, anyway?) I took out a handful today, munched on them, and decided it definitely doesn’t have the same appeal it did in college, when I’d down an entire snack-size bag of Skittles at once and laugh while brownish drool oozed out of my mouth because I couldn’t keep my jaws together. Ahh, good times.

So maybe sometime in 2016 I’ll finish off this bag, and then I won’t have any more Skittles whims.

Zack was cleaning off the Accord today, and there was some ice on the back window, so he decided to take the ice scraper and bang on it to crack the ice. Well, he cracked more than the ice– he shattered the window and put a big hole in it.

I suspect the glass was more brittle than usual– it’s been about 15 degrees for almost two days. But still, hopefully he learned a lesson about banging on icy glass.

Here’s a cool shot of what shattered safety glass looks like up close:

I hate the state of our health insurance system with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.

I just received notice from our insurance provider that the state of Colorado is shutting them down, effective at the end of the year, so we have to shop around for a new provider. Of course we loathe the American health care system in general, and my libertarian mindset has a real problem with the fact that every citizen is forced to purchase health insurance.

So with a heavy sigh, I went to the “marketplace” and did some preliminary shopping, where I found that the absolute cheapest plan available is going to raise our health insurance costs by 39%. Thirty. Nine. Percent. How is this “affordable health care”? Disregard the fact that we never use our insurance policies; in almost twenty years of being a family, we haven’t once asked our insurance providers for money… we’ve paid untold sums of money in premiums (well over $100,000) and never received a dime in services. But to see our rates climb year after year (25% in 2013 and 45% in 2012) is staggeringly frustrating.

Argh.

I saw this the other day and liked it.

(with credit to the Lunar Baboon comic strip)

I felt like I should get some more mileage out of the sweet tri-corner pirate hat I bought for Halloween. I only had a chance to wear my costume twice. So tonight, we headed over to Red Robin for dinner and I wore the hat.

I called it the “urban pirate” look.