Monday, August 26, 2013

Fantasy Dorkiness

I know comparatively little about football. I like football. I can greatly enjoy a Saints game, follow the action, keep tabs on the main Saints players. But who's the quarterback for the Oakland Raiders? Couldn't tell ya. Who's the highest ranked running back in the league? Couldn't tell ya. Which major player got embroiled in which major scandal this week? Couldn't... Etc.

But I play in the fantasy football league at work.1 I've done it for a couple of years, and I've done pretty well, beating a lot of guys who know twenty times as much as I do. My theory is that, to be good at this goofy game, it's best to know a lot about football or almost nothing at all. (A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing.) The folks in the middle have hunches and notions (so-and-so is going to have a breakout year...), and they're often wrong. I couldn't even tell you who I've got on my team right now. I just know they've got good stats.2 (Isn't that that whole Moneyball thing?). And I know I'll beat a lot of those guys with a lot hunches and notions.

This year, by the way, I plan to crush.

1 Dudes are dorks. Football may be hyper-macho, but a fantasy-football draft is a big nerd-fest. (Of course, women play fantasy football too, and I'm sure they're equally capable of dorkiness, but I work in software engineering, so it's almost all dudes anyway (though my daughter is fixin' to fix that). Add to that the male-tilt of fantasy football, and the result: this draft was all dude-dorks.)

2 Actually I have two criteria: the player must have good stats, and they must play for a city I like. (I don't even mean a team I like, about which I often have no opinion. I mean the city itself. And I tend to like old hard-times cities (not unlike New Orleans). I usually end up with at lease one player from Detroit.)

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Meteorological Musings: Under the Umbrella

I like rain. I don't necessarily like getting drenched. Now I have a giant umbrella in my backyard1 (with a comfy chair underneath). All is good.

1 It's a slightly broken umbrella, hence the bungee cord jury-rigging.a Such is life. (I am, by the way, the king of jury-rigging, a consequence, I believe, of being both handy and lazy.)
a "Jury-rig": good word. (I use to think it was "jerry-rig". Turns out both are legit, but I've decided I like using the older-school version. (I still pronounce them pretty much the same.))

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Meteorological Musings: I Like That

With our highly localized summer storms, it can be calm and dry here and monsoon-like over there. I like at night, when it's cool and dry1 and mild, and somewhere far away lightning is flashing, much too far even hear the thunder, just momentary sweeps of light on the horizon. I like that.

1 I say "dry", meaning it's not actually raining. The air is still plenty wet.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

June with Safety Glasses

The girls did "glass camp", blowing glass and welding and other such things. They needed safety glasses. June was quite pleased with hers, apparently feeling they were rather fly.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Monday, August 19, 2013


I should get a herd of dairy cows and seal the deal. I've in general, in recent years, drifted towards farmer's hours: early to bed, early to rise...1 This morning though, for no good reason, I sprung up wide awake at the ungodly hour of four-thirty. Now I've got nothing to do but sit here in the dark, imagining a passel2 of cattle3 roaming around my teeny back yard, grazing on my purple queen.

1 I can thankfully claim health. I'm not so sure about the wealth or wisdom.

2 "Passel": good word.

3 I grew up on a sheep farm. Sheep require plenty of work. But I had a great uncle who was a dairy farmer, and that always struck me as the most relentless form of farming: a bunch of mama cows that have to be milked early every single morning, then again every evening; and a whole long day in between to toil away: no thanks.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Monster with Red Eyes

He seems to be suffering some emotional burden. It must be hard being a monster. 

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Monster With Yellow Teeth

I couldn't think of a person to draw, so I drew a monster. Roar!

Friday, August 16, 2013

Lil' Miss Programmer

On her last week of summer, Lulu had a gap in camp coverage. I took her to work with me one day, hanging out in the geek den, where we sling the bits and bytes. She fit right in. (She did her coding tutorials. Her current career goal is to work at Google some day.)

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Holy Sh!t

I was just sitting here in my urban New Orleans backyard, 6:15 a.m., and a possum walked out from under my fence and scurried up to within two feet of me, at which point I said "holy sh!t", at which point it noticed me, at which point it turned around and scurried back under the fence. Possum. My backyard. Weird. (Where does it live?)

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

My, My

Well, we had our little last hurrah at the beach, a state park in Florida, and the frenzy of the school year begins again. Seventh and fourth grade — my, my.

Beach Feet

Monday, August 12, 2013


Oh, hey! This is my three-thousand-and-first1 post! Dang. That's a whole lotta lotta about a whole lotta lil'.

1 Three-thousand-and-first... firtht... first. Sounds funny. I keep wanting to add a "th" in there somewhere.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Friday, August 09, 2013

Thursday, August 08, 2013

Mimosa Tree

The mimosa tree has quintupled in size since this spring, now spreading its canopy over half the yard. An amazing lovely beast of a tree.

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Just Felt Like Sharing

I'm sitting in my yard. It's 5:44 a.m. And it's 80°. Just felt like sharing.


My pilfered horsetails are doing quite well.

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

Monday, August 05, 2013

Banana Leaf

We seem to be taking a photo-tour of the backyard, so lets continue. Banana leaf. Banana leaves are cool looking.

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Night Blooming Jasmine

Each evening, the mimosa closes its leaves. Each evening the night blooming jasmine opens its flowers.1 (The smell is amazing.) Funny that some plants have daily schedules.

1 This was taken in the early morning, before this last cluster of blooms had shuttered for the day.

Friday, August 02, 2013

Why Are Clouds Magic?

I don't know but they are. So many different kinds. I love them, most of them, most of the time. Some can be boring. But mostly they're magic. Soaring cumulo-nimbus, moody stratus. The low-slung fast moving night clouds sliding overhead right now are definitely magic. I'd say we're pretty lucky to live on a cloud-graced planet. Imagine a world without them, a blank skied orb of rock. T'would be a sad thing.

Thursday, August 01, 2013