A Doodle of Cat
Almost a year ago, I had lunch with my friend Cat Bohannon. We hadn’t seen each other for many years before then, and I was quite amazed about how much we have changed as we’ve gotten older. After our lunch, when I had returned to work, I quickly made a pencil drawing of her from a mental picture that was still fresh in my mind from our lunch. I had intended to send her a picture of it sooner that this, but I never did. Since today is her birthday, I thought I would post this for her to see. I have very fond memories of spending time with Cat, and I look forward to seeing her again when the opportunity arises.
In my geeky computer history, I owned an Amiga 500. My first experience with a point and click user interface for a computer was GEOS on a Commodore 64. The Amiga was light years ahead of GEOS, and it seemed light years ahead of all other computers I had used then. Unfortunately, the time I had with my Amiga 500 was very short. When the computer died a strange death, I’m not sure why it never dawned on me that it may have been a warranty repair. So, instead of trying to get a repair, I moved on—completely frustrated.
During the time that I had my Amiga 500, I grew attached to a few select games. One of them, Sword of Sodan, holds a special place in my memories as having the silliest sounds effects ever. My friend Jeremy Kaye and I used to play this game often, and we would laugh continuously at the enemy death sounds in level 4. Looking at the game today, it seems incredibly lame, but it was pretty amazing for a home computer in 1989.
Noah and I played a few games of Uno today. It is really good for him to play this game: he likes knowing the colors and the numbers. He enjoys the opportunity to shout “Uno!” before me. When we play, I help guide him on each move to keep the game moving. It is important that I not let him win on purpose, as he does get excited when I win as well. These times will make great memories.
A little while ago, I remembered something that I haven’t thought about in a very long time. Actually, I’m not sure if I lived it or saw it in a dream.
This happened when I was very young and just starting school. I don’t know if it took place in a doctor’s office or during a school field trip. Maybe it happened while I was staring at the back of my eyelids. I just remember that I wanted them: those tonsils they pulled out.
It was a tonsillectomy demonstration, and the tonsils they “pulled out” were little red foam balls. I thought they were the coolest thing I had ever seen. I started to imagine them as my new favorite toys! How awesome would it be if I had my tonsils tucked away in a pocket, always available? It would be loads of fun, right? I wanted mine pulled too!
Well, I still have my tonsils, and they are not in my pocket.
Comments (1) 
Themocracy