I grew up at the drive-in. Since I was born, as far back as I can remember, I spent most nights of my youth at the drive-in theater. Hell, my Mom and Dad actually met while working at the local drive-in when she was 15 and he was 17. They went to different schools in different cities and were quite different from one another. She worked the snack bar cash register and he tore tickets and was the projectionist from time to time. They fell in love and never looked back. Their 41st wedding anniversary would be next month but that is another story…
The drive-in holds a warm place in my heart and I have many great memories there.I would run around like I owned the joint as a kid. My Dad would be setting up the reels and I would get to watch the movies from the projectionist booth made of rickety-ass plywood and help him change the reels at intermission.
"Let’s all go to the lobby, let’s all go to the lobby, let’s all go to the lobby and get ourselves a treat."
Intermission meant I could visit Mom and get one of those amazing deep fried burritos with mystery beans and meat or load up on artery-clogging butter laden popcorn. I could usually have a treat of some sort and then run back to hang with Dad. Mom and Dad worked there on weekends and some nights when I was a kid but still had day jobs. The place meant the world to them.
When my Mom was pregnant with my younger brother, she was still working the cash register in the snack bar. Usually, the drive-in was a safe haven for us and we worried about nothing. One night some guy decided to rob the snack bar with a shotgun. With his barrel on my Mom’s stomach he demanded the $40 or so in the register. She begged him to not shoot and gave him the money and whatever food he could take. He didn’t shoot but it was traumatic for my Mom. He left on foot and was never caught. My brother is fine. After that, full-time security was added to the snack bar and other locations every night.
Growing up, my brother and I could watch any movie we wanted. Any rating. Any genre. The kicker—-no whining about it later. My Dad loved movies more than anyone I will ever know. He would see anything regardless of reviews and regardless of anything. Good, bad, shitty, dirty, cartoon, scary, you name it he saw it. He had worked at every theater in our town from one time to another and continued to work at a theater in some capacity his whole life.
I saw boobs. I saw blood. I heard cursing. I saw classics. We saw the movies on huge white planks like skyscrapers and heard the movies out of tinny boxes on poles. I loved every minute. There was no THX, no Dolby, no Digital surround, IMAX or otherwise. There was this or a quiet theater with air conditioning. I choose this.
We would play in the gray gravel hills and dips with cars all around us. You could hear the other movies echo from the snack bar. On cold nights, you would huddle under a army blanket in the back of a truck eating red vines and drinking hot chocolate.
When I was old enough to drive we would caravan to the drive-in. They would charge by the car so anywhere you could fit a body, there was one crammed. $5 a car. We would hop fences or go through the infamous hole in the fence near the northern screen. We would sneak in booze and food. Because we had so many people crammed in the cars, we would have lawn chairs and blankets laid out with people on them. Cars shmars—-who needs ‘em.
We would party and make out and run around and fall in love with the place. I couldn’t begin to count the number of movies I saw there or the nights I ran around. The number of rocks I kicked or red ants that bit me have blurred together. The drive-in is now closed and only opens on weekends for a swap meet. It is run down and neglected. It will soon be a Costco or Target or strip mall. The place I grew up in is a far cry from its glory days. Places like that don’t exist anymore. My kids will never know the joy of movies like this. I miss my drive-in and will always remember what it meant to me.
This diagram demonstrates the differences and overlap between Geek, Nerd, and Dork. I like Star Wars, Apple, blogging, and tech gadgets. I have been told I am pretty intelligent and am often obsessed with whatever it is I am into.
I get geeky humor and like geeky things (according to my wife). I can spend hours on my iPhone and/or computer researching new gadgets, websites, learning about new social media advances, and writing blogs. I am a pretty cool geek.
I take no offense to being called a Geek and wear that badge proudly (not me in this picture).
First let me preface this blog post: In some previous (and future) blogs I will discuss drinking alcohol, partying, and other adult topics. This does not take away from anything I am writing below. Everyone needs to let loose and have fun from time to time. The key is knowing your limits and knowing that you have bigger responsibilities. That said, here we go….
Sadly, these images are probably real instructions. People ARE this stupid. Common sense is out the window. Any man and woman can procreate, but not just anyone can be a decent parent. I happen to have three beautiful kids and think I am a pretty good dad so I am going to talk from my soapbox on this topic.
I was scared shitless when I first became Dad. I was worried that I would screw up. All of the responsibility freaked me out. Would I be good with homework? Would my kids be smart? How do I hold them? What if they get hurt? How can I protect them from the world? I was a nervous wreck.
I read books and watched videos. My wife had it down to a science (bringing her own—OUR OWN—into the mix) so I deferred to her and learned all I know from watching her in action. Our daughters were already 2 and 6 so I missed the whole first years stuff. No diapers, no bottles, no midnight feedings, it was pretty cool. It was hard giving up my independence and being all in for others but over some time I got used to it and it became who I am.
With our boy all of the nervousness and freaking was back. I was about to start fresh this time and it scared me. I had never changed a diaper in my life and that haunted me the most for some reason. I had not had much experience holding babies, feeding babies, nothing. I didn’t babysit and knew nothing about newborns. I was dialed with toddlers and kids, but babies——Nope.
We went through everything you go through with babies: fussiness, changes in feeding schedules, diapers a plenty, gas, flu, fevers, bumps, barf, teething, bottles, solid food, blah blah blah. We read a book, Baby Wise, and got him on a feeding and sleeping schedule from day one. By 7 weeks he was sleeping through the night. I can’t say enough about this book and tell everyone I know about it. Enough about that, this is not a book review.
Parenting is something you dedicate your life to. You are no longer a you, you are an us. You need to understand that. Learn all you can, do the best you can and try not to screw up too much. That is the basics. We will make mistakes. We will screw up, get frustrated, say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, whatever. Learn from it. Do better. Be better. Kids will learn from your example and if you are good then they will be good. Do all you can to keep your daughters off drugs, out of porn and off poles. Keep your sons off drugs, respectful to women and out of jail. The rest is just details. Parenting 101.
This is crazy, another recall because people are lazy dumb and need to blame others. Over 1 million Infantino brand baby slings are being recalled because there were 14 recorded deaths due to suffocation.
The suffocation was due to the babies being too low in the sling or having their face pressed against the person wearing the sling or having their chin on their chest as a result of poor placement in the sling. Basically, these 14 kids died because their parents were fucktards. Pay attention to your kid.
Why are we so goddamn lazy anyway? These slings are designed to keep the baby close to the wearer and make bonding easier. If you just want the baby out of sight, then get a stroller instead and push them around instead of having them strapped to you.
Many baby sling manufacturers have a “How To” guide for dipshits so they don’t screw it up. Every picture shows the baby’s head being out of the sling and visible by the wearer. These are the correct positions to carry your child in a sling. We used a sling for our baby and kept his head visible and actually checked him while he was in the sling. We paid attention and had common sense and as a result he made it through the sling days unscathed. Apparently, there are at least 14 ignorant parents out there who are forcing this recall.
I get that Toyota ignored the facts about safety and why that recall needed to occur. This one is similar to the “Caution-The Beverage You Are About To Consume May Be Hot” on all coffee lids because some idiot put hot coffee between her legs while driving away from McDonald’s. We are a nation of idiots. We are a nation of laziness. Have some common sense people, damn.
This is just sad. I was pulling for you man. You seemed so sincere when you were telling the world how wonderful your wife is and how being married to Sandra Bullock, movie star, was such a perfect thing. She professed her love for you and thanked you at every award show she won at this year. She even went so far as to say that you were amazing because you “have her back when no one ever did”. You seemed like the unlikely team that could make it. It seemed great.
Then, not one month after she was on stage in front of millions telling them how much you mean to her and how much she loves you, it comes out that you fucked some skank while your wife was away filming a movie. You have millions of dollars. You can visit your wife and make the time away not as long. You have far more luxuries than most in the long distance deal.
This chick looks like your ex, Janine Lindemulder-porn queen, that you just divorced. Shit move man. You had a pretty hot wife, tons of loot and fame, she seemed to be devoted to you and you go an fuck it all up.
What is it with celebrities? Jesse is not the first or last to cheat, but WTF man? It is a dumb move, celebrity or not. Tiger is a dipshit. Jesse is a dipshit. She is at the top of her game and your dick indiscretions just added fuel to her rocket. Douche move dude.
St. Patrick’s Day is one of my favorite holidays. Every year you wear green, drink green beer and Irish Car Bombs and get smashed with everyone around you pretending to be from a country you could give two shits about any other day of the year. I happen to be part Irish so it works out well for me as a pasty white guy who had some red hair growing up. My daughters are Finley, Scarlett and my son is Flynn if that helps the cause.
With kids, it is hard to justify going out on a school night and getting smashed on green beer. Kids are up when they are up and a crying baby at 3am just after you stumble in the door hammered is not a welcome sound. Growing up sucks sometimes. Sure, you have the traditions of pinching your kids because they aren’t wearing green and cutting out shamrocks with them. Hell, there is even green Spongebob.
Going out would be lovely but with the wife tending bar making that cheddar, I am landlocked with the kidlets. Maybe I can get some Guiness and toast myself and sing “Home Boys Home” by The Dubliners.
I used to make a day of St. Paddy’s by cutting out of work at noon and getting to the local Irish Pub for some pre-festivity pints. Irish Car Bombs are my favorite drink so there were more than a few of those as well. I love Irish music and the whole vibe. There are not usually many fights as the Irish-for-a-day crowd is happy. Irish music is not an aggressive sound. Green mardi gras beads, shamrock tshirts, and houligan hats are the norm and I miss that norm.
This guy will be at home grading homework and feeding kids. I will be refereeing sibling fights and changing diapers. I will be wearing some green in homage to the party days of yore and drinking a pint for my fellow Irish, both temporary and permanent. Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Be safe out there. Erin Go Bragh and such.
Between the awesome bands, parties with everyone in social media, and the seminars and movies….I am missing the goods. SXSW is the premier all-in-one event for everything social media. My goal is to be there next year. Evan Williams, Guy Kawasaki, Kevin Rose and other leaders in social media all in one place discussing the future of marketing, technology and media is the place to be.
Here are some recent articles and reports from SXSW:
This was my third job ever. I worked as a birthday host at Showbiz Pizza, which would become Chuck E. Cheese’s within a few months of my hire date. I made ok money peddling pizza and crappy cake to kids celebrating birthdays who wanted to be in the presence of animatronic hydraulic gorillas, rats, dogs, bears and chickens that sang covers of classic rock songs. By hooking the birthday kid up with extra cake and tokens, I was able to average a little over $120 per day in tips. Not too shabby when you are in high school. That is baller status in high school.
This job was great as I met some of the best friends I still have to this day. During my tenure at Chuck E. Cheese, which was all of a year and a half, I partied every night, hung out with chicks from work, got into a lot of trouble and made a pretty good living. We would eat pizza and breadsticks everyday, sneak cake in the walk-in freezer, and drink gallons of soda. I would get free tokens and could whip anyone at skee-ball and Star Wars and Dragon’s Lair.
We would all have to take turns each day wearing the rat costume and entertaining the kiddies. This was the worst part of the job. I don’t know how the characters at Disneyland do it. Those costumes are hotter than hell and reek of B.O. and ass. Kids didn’t like the rat. They would take turns kicking you in the ass or pulling your tail and you couldn’t do anything about it. Wearing enormous rat feet you couldn’t walk very well and had to often drag your feet so you wouldn’t fall over. You could only see out of the mouth holes that were covered in a painted mesh substance that often was full of debris making your visibility minimal at best. With this limited range of motion, hot-ass-air, and poor visibility, by the time you were able to turn around to see which punk kid was kicking you (hard) or pulling your tail, that kid was on the other side. You literally chased your tail and got high on stink until your hour was up. Then you had to put on a smile and get back to your party.
The best part for me was getting on the microphone during the birthday announcement portion of the party. To this day, I still remember the words…
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, TODAY AT CHUCK E. CHEESE’S (THE BIRTHDAY CAPITAL OF THE WORLD) WE ARE CELEBRATING ___ VERY SPECIAL BIRTHDAYS! TODAY ____ IS ___AND ____ IS___AND _____IS___. PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER AND HELP CELEBRATE THESE VERY IMPORTANT BIRTHDAYS. AND NOW, FATS AND THE REST OF THE ROCKAFIRE EXPLOSION BAND WILL SING YOU A VERY SPECIAL SONG. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!
Most other hosts hated doing this. I loved it. I would improvise and make an ass of myself. I would often highlight my birthday kid’s name and give him extra tokens while his mom or dad (whoever was actually paying) was watching. This got me better tips than most. My best tip was $150 from one party. BOOM!
With this new found riches, I was able to pimp out my 1978 Subaru DL (my first car) with an Earl Scheib paint job which included the windows, mirrors, and antenna being painted free of charge due to poor taping and overspray. I bought some sick hubcaps and a bumpin-ass stereo at the swap meet. My shit was tight yo.
I would cruise that car all over the place. My 12” subs in a swap meet box and crappy amp would make my Subaru DL vibrate and rumble. I was convinced that I was cool and I was. That car brought me to great places and helped me see some sweet things. It had some shocks in the bumpers that allowed me to push other cars and hit things with more force than other cars with minimal or no damage. This is a huge bonus when you are 16 and 17 and like to abuse your driving privilege racing and jumping curbs and playing bumper cars in the school parking lot at lunch.
High school had a lot of suck to it but also had some mighty fine moments. I am not one of those people who let those four years define my life and make me long to get them back. I look forward not back. Those were not my best years, but they were ok. I still remember them and smile from time to time.
Back to school: Day One. What did I get myself into? It’s been over 7 years since I did this shit. I am already pulling my hair out and stressing about all of the work I need to fit into a day….then I added school to the mix. Idiot. You are adding this extra workload and expense in the hopes it will help your situation!?! Talk about a shot in the dark.
I know what you’re thinking…you have time to write this whiny shit. And you are right. I am taking a break from reading chapters of textbook and articles to vent a bit. It’s my blog so piss off if you aren’t into it.
<I didn’t mean that baby, come back. You know I need you. Hahaha.>
This is going to be a challenge to say the least. I really hope the juice is worth the squeeze here and I am not just wasting my time/money. This latest round of learning should hopefully help round out my skill set and help me secure a better job within my company. This will also help with my consultant gigs to allow me to bring more to the table when helping other businesses succeed.
I am stressed about the outcome and optimistic at the same time about the possibilities it can bring. I will be writing about it from time to time because this is an excellent outlet for me. In between my papers, presentations, and other requirements, I will be chiming in with updates about school (among other things).