(An entire week went by? Ack!)

It’s late and I should get into bed, but here’s a stream-of-consciousness barrage of the good things that filled most (or at least some) of the last ten days: BT’s “Emotional Technology”, Epic Super Munchkin Bites, The Art of the Catapult, The World Forestry Center, Scorched Earth 3D, steak, the Eden Trial, Doctor Who, Apocalyptica, pizza, A.E.I.O.U., Koyaanisqatsi, orange creme Hershey’s Kisses candy, Object Desktop, cocoa, and the company of good people.

Because dwelling on the good stuff is healthier than the alternative, usually.

The following just came in from Alexander. (If this keeps up, I’m going to have to give the boy his own login to the website…)

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So my mother and I were watching the beginning of the animated movie, “Robots.” As those first few minutes went by, it was revealed the robot babies came from… assembly kits.

So I said to myself, “You know, that has got to be a father’s favorite private joke.”

Think about it. If a child comes up to him and asks, “Where do babies come from?” and the boy’s about eight, he can’t just give him the birds and the bees talk, can he?

So the dad sees an opportunity for a joke. “Well,” he says, “most people go to the store, buy the kit, and follow the assembly instructions.”

The shocked kid exclaims, “I came from SEARS!?”

With a smile, the dad shakes his head and replies, “No, but you were a blue light special at K-Mart.”

Mom cracked up at this story, and immediately demanded that I send this to you.

~Spud