Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Observation
How is it that if I spend a half hour looking at funny pictures online, or watching some inane TV show I feel as though I have accomplished nothing, yet if I spend a half hour outside doing nothing but watch the clouds float by I feel like it is "mission accomplished" for the day...
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Good to be alive
I am not sure why, but I am in a fantastic mood this morning. It stormed last night, so everything is wet and the air has this thick "alive" feeling to it. I am very happy to be alive at this time to experience it.
Yay me!
Yay me!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Epic Tale: Part 4
The whiskey was a kick to the lady-balls. She could feel the warmth of it burn the fatigue out of her muscles. After a moment, she stood. The old man clapped a bony claw-hand on her back and guided her toward the bar.
"So what brings you to these parts young lady?" The old man asked. The woman looked at him as she pulled down the hood of her poncho. It was then that the man realized she was almost as old as he was. Her quizzical eyes studied him, and he decided to play it off as a joke. He grinned a half-grin, which she returned, flattered.
"Oh, I'm looking for someone..." She responded at last.
"Well, you found someone. Galvin Honeykin, at your service!" He responded with a wink and a tiny bow. "Or are you looking for a particular someone?" His jovial old-man charm elicited a chuckle out her, and she smiled.
"Actually, this someone is rather particular." She said, her tone of voice almost flirty. "Have you heard of a man called Wrathmall Tega?"
*CRASH* The old man dropped the glass whiskey-mug he was polishing. Glass shards scattered in every direction across the old wooden floor. He stood mouth agape for what seemed like an age. Then, shaking himself, he snatched a broom from under the bar and started sweeping up the glass shards. When he finally spoke his voice was *anything* but cordial.
"No... I don't believe I have." The icy nature of his tone seemed to grab the woman by the spine. She felt her throat tighten just a little. She sat in stony silence trying to decide what to do next, while the old man swept furiously at some glass shards that had imbedded themselves in the wood.
"Hey... barman," she said finally. Her voice soft, pleading. "It is of utmost importance that I find this man. If you have any information about him I would be most grateful." The old man ignored her, still struggling to dislodge the glass with his patchy straw broom.
The woman sighed. She pulled up her hood and headed towards the door and the storm that raged on the other side.
"So what brings you to these parts young lady?" The old man asked. The woman looked at him as she pulled down the hood of her poncho. It was then that the man realized she was almost as old as he was. Her quizzical eyes studied him, and he decided to play it off as a joke. He grinned a half-grin, which she returned, flattered.
"Oh, I'm looking for someone..." She responded at last.
"Well, you found someone. Galvin Honeykin, at your service!" He responded with a wink and a tiny bow. "Or are you looking for a particular someone?" His jovial old-man charm elicited a chuckle out her, and she smiled.
"Actually, this someone is rather particular." She said, her tone of voice almost flirty. "Have you heard of a man called Wrathmall Tega?"
*CRASH* The old man dropped the glass whiskey-mug he was polishing. Glass shards scattered in every direction across the old wooden floor. He stood mouth agape for what seemed like an age. Then, shaking himself, he snatched a broom from under the bar and started sweeping up the glass shards. When he finally spoke his voice was *anything* but cordial.
"No... I don't believe I have." The icy nature of his tone seemed to grab the woman by the spine. She felt her throat tighten just a little. She sat in stony silence trying to decide what to do next, while the old man swept furiously at some glass shards that had imbedded themselves in the wood.
"Hey... barman," she said finally. Her voice soft, pleading. "It is of utmost importance that I find this man. If you have any information about him I would be most grateful." The old man ignored her, still struggling to dislodge the glass with his patchy straw broom.
The woman sighed. She pulled up her hood and headed towards the door and the storm that raged on the other side.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Epic Tale: Part 3
She burst into the bar like a fat man's gut through a worn-out buttonwood shirt. The howling storm drown out the small jukebox in the corner while she tried to beat the storm back enough to close the heavy wooden door. Panting, she struggled to get the door shut against powerful storm. Once she had she leaned her back against it and slid slipperily to the floor.
All eyes were upon her. And by all eyes I mean the two belonging to the wizened old barkeep, as he was the only one there.
"What kin I do ya fer?" his shaky voice doled out. He had been polishing glasses for several hours now, his muscles were taught, ready to spring into action the moment she ordered.
"Nuh... Nothing, thanks." She sank deeper into the floor. A quizzical look came over her face as she drank in her surroundings. Her eyes settled on the old man behind the bar. His huge bushy eye-brows and jowly cheeks gave him a sweet old grandfatherly look. His warble-like neck-skin dangled gently back and forth. The disappointment was as evident on his face as if she had written it on there with charcoal. "Actually... I guess I'll have some whiskey." She said as she tried to pull her feet beneath her. They were too slippery and she ended up falling flat on her bum. *splut*
The old man exploded into a flurry of action! Sweeping bottles and shot glasses, whiskey mugs and whiskey vases around and about. "This one!" he declared then mumbled something incoherent as he tossed it back on the shelf. "No, no! You'll be wantin' sumthin' dryer I reckon!" He settled on just the right glass (a half-mug, with a golden seam) and then stooped under the bar.
"Ah," he said when he resurfaced. "Here she be..." He cooed over the dusty red bottle, carefully removing the cork-cap and pouring a finger into the whiskey mug. "This should perk ya right up. Make you forget all aboot that durn storm!"
All eyes were upon her. And by all eyes I mean the two belonging to the wizened old barkeep, as he was the only one there.
"What kin I do ya fer?" his shaky voice doled out. He had been polishing glasses for several hours now, his muscles were taught, ready to spring into action the moment she ordered.
"Nuh... Nothing, thanks." She sank deeper into the floor. A quizzical look came over her face as she drank in her surroundings. Her eyes settled on the old man behind the bar. His huge bushy eye-brows and jowly cheeks gave him a sweet old grandfatherly look. His warble-like neck-skin dangled gently back and forth. The disappointment was as evident on his face as if she had written it on there with charcoal. "Actually... I guess I'll have some whiskey." She said as she tried to pull her feet beneath her. They were too slippery and she ended up falling flat on her bum. *splut*
The old man exploded into a flurry of action! Sweeping bottles and shot glasses, whiskey mugs and whiskey vases around and about. "This one!" he declared then mumbled something incoherent as he tossed it back on the shelf. "No, no! You'll be wantin' sumthin' dryer I reckon!" He settled on just the right glass (a half-mug, with a golden seam) and then stooped under the bar.
"Ah," he said when he resurfaced. "Here she be..." He cooed over the dusty red bottle, carefully removing the cork-cap and pouring a finger into the whiskey mug. "This should perk ya right up. Make you forget all aboot that durn storm!"
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Epic tale 2!
It was a dark and stormy night. The howling wind bullied its way through the rainswept branches of a willow tree outside. The traveler stumbled up and rested her hand on the trunk of that tree, vainly trying to shield herself from the pounding rain. Only partially shielded from the wind she panted, stooped over, the storm buffeting against her plastic rain poncho. After a short time she braved the wind again and tried to make her way toward the only shelter she could see. The bar rested on a precipice of a crevasse, the only man-made structure for a hundred miles (the bar, not the crevasse). It had been built by a pioneer who went by the name of Jim. Legend has it he was heading west when a powerful thirst grabbed him.
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon when he set to work, and he build that bar in less then a fortnight. Once the place was raised, he had it stocked with all manner of liquor and spirits. He sat on a stool at the end of the bar until an unemployed barman stumbled in, half-drunk. The barman, not realizing where he was, shambled behind the bar and started polishing glasses.
"I'll take a whiskey." Jim stated, dry as an Arizona winter.
"Uh... sure thing pardner." The barman replied (his name was Galvin, but everyone just called him "Hey, barman!"). He poured the whiskey and slid it across the bar to Jim. Whiskey spilled everywhere. Jim took a hard gulp of the fiery liquid and stood up.
"Thanks" he said. No one ever heard from Jim again.
One hundred and 7 years later, on a Tuesday, a mysterious traveler in a plastic rain poncho bumbled up to the door of that same bar.
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon when he set to work, and he build that bar in less then a fortnight. Once the place was raised, he had it stocked with all manner of liquor and spirits. He sat on a stool at the end of the bar until an unemployed barman stumbled in, half-drunk. The barman, not realizing where he was, shambled behind the bar and started polishing glasses.
"I'll take a whiskey." Jim stated, dry as an Arizona winter.
"Uh... sure thing pardner." The barman replied (his name was Galvin, but everyone just called him "Hey, barman!"). He poured the whiskey and slid it across the bar to Jim. Whiskey spilled everywhere. Jim took a hard gulp of the fiery liquid and stood up.
"Thanks" he said. No one ever heard from Jim again.
One hundred and 7 years later, on a Tuesday, a mysterious traveler in a plastic rain poncho bumbled up to the door of that same bar.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Epic tale of awesome epicness!
So, after reading Argallsaurus' latest post I looked my resolutions over. As it is June now, I think it is as good a time as ever to re-evaluate my yearly goals. I have many items on my list that I think I probably will not get to before the summer is out, but I have some goals that I could get started on right away.
One of those goals was to write a story.
I have little half-written tid-bits of stories I have written here and there (Potatoman, Dr. Nowhere, etc.) but I recently started a new story and I think I will post it on here in installments. It is the epic tale of one Wrathmall Tega, told in compelling prose. A legendary figure vanished from memory, plucked from the mysterious mists of time to entertain you. Well, that is enough 'ado'; here is the first installment:
This is the story of a giant of a man; a man among giants, a dwarf among midgets. The legendary tale of a legend, with a tail, you've never heard.
Born in a barn that was being burned to the ground, Wrathmall Tega learned to run before he could crawl. Sporting a mullet from birth, his first words were "Bitch!" and "Bake me some chicken", but not necessarily in that order.
On his 6th birthday he took to the rails. He spent the next two years of his life doing freelance crime fighting and living a hobo's life. His only source of income was pawning the gold teeth of the criminals he punched in the face.
When he was 9, Big Three records took out a recording contract on his life. little is known of "The battle of the music masters" other than when it was over, Stevie Wonder was blind, Michael Jackson was white, and Ricky Martin was apparently turned Mexican. In his autobiography, Tega had this to say about the horrific scene: '...then they tried to sing me to death, so I beat the music out of them'. Paramount studios allegedly paid him a record $2 billion for the movie rights, with the unique stipulation that Wrathmall would play every character... and direct.
By the time he was 13 he was a Bollywood sensation. He had starred in over 400 films, most of which were less than 10 minutes long. His most famous role was in a short behind the scenes scene of him yelling at a cat. It was filmed accidentally when one of the grips left a camera rolling by mistake. It grossed $400 million dollars and netted him an Academy Award nomination for best actor (he lost out to the cat from the same film, but he later said that there were no hard feelings between the co-stars).
Tiring of the movie scene he converted all his assets into salt-water taffy and chartered a ship to take him around the world. His adventures at sea are well documented by the undersea nations in the Mermenclypedia under the heading "The Terrible Stranger". Eventually his ship wrecked on the tip of Cape Horn, He was the sole survivor. He then walked north, eventually stumbling onto the Augsburg College campus in Minneapolis Minnesota some time later.
Two weeks later he left with a Bachelor of Science in Physics, which he earned by defeating every faculty member of the Physics department in singles hand-to-hand combat. He then mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again...
...until now!
Stay tuned for more next time!
One of those goals was to write a story.
I have little half-written tid-bits of stories I have written here and there (Potatoman, Dr. Nowhere, etc.) but I recently started a new story and I think I will post it on here in installments. It is the epic tale of one Wrathmall Tega, told in compelling prose. A legendary figure vanished from memory, plucked from the mysterious mists of time to entertain you. Well, that is enough 'ado'; here is the first installment:
This is the story of a giant of a man; a man among giants, a dwarf among midgets. The legendary tale of a legend, with a tail, you've never heard.
Born in a barn that was being burned to the ground, Wrathmall Tega learned to run before he could crawl. Sporting a mullet from birth, his first words were "Bitch!" and "Bake me some chicken", but not necessarily in that order.
On his 6th birthday he took to the rails. He spent the next two years of his life doing freelance crime fighting and living a hobo's life. His only source of income was pawning the gold teeth of the criminals he punched in the face.
When he was 9, Big Three records took out a recording contract on his life. little is known of "The battle of the music masters" other than when it was over, Stevie Wonder was blind, Michael Jackson was white, and Ricky Martin was apparently turned Mexican. In his autobiography, Tega had this to say about the horrific scene: '...then they tried to sing me to death, so I beat the music out of them'. Paramount studios allegedly paid him a record $2 billion for the movie rights, with the unique stipulation that Wrathmall would play every character... and direct.
By the time he was 13 he was a Bollywood sensation. He had starred in over 400 films, most of which were less than 10 minutes long. His most famous role was in a short behind the scenes scene of him yelling at a cat. It was filmed accidentally when one of the grips left a camera rolling by mistake. It grossed $400 million dollars and netted him an Academy Award nomination for best actor (he lost out to the cat from the same film, but he later said that there were no hard feelings between the co-stars).
Tiring of the movie scene he converted all his assets into salt-water taffy and chartered a ship to take him around the world. His adventures at sea are well documented by the undersea nations in the Mermenclypedia under the heading "The Terrible Stranger". Eventually his ship wrecked on the tip of Cape Horn, He was the sole survivor. He then walked north, eventually stumbling onto the Augsburg College campus in Minneapolis Minnesota some time later.
Two weeks later he left with a Bachelor of Science in Physics, which he earned by defeating every faculty member of the Physics department in singles hand-to-hand combat. He then mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again...
...until now!
Stay tuned for more next time!
Baby project
So I have been taking pictures of my baby (go figure) and I am in the process of compiling them into a flash movie. The idea is that I will have a picture of him in roughly the same position every day, and when you compile all the pictures you will see him grow up.
I am going to have it more as a slideshow than a full-on movie as it is difficult to get him in the exact same position, and with the same facial expressions. If I were to make it with each picture as a frame then it would just turn into mush. However, I think the effect of a slide show will accomplish what I want just fine.
Right now I plan to keep it up for his first year. So when I am done the slide show will have him growing from newborn (Day 0) to 1 year old (Day 365). Although if I manage to keep up with the project that long I might want to keep it going...
I am going to have it more as a slideshow than a full-on movie as it is difficult to get him in the exact same position, and with the same facial expressions. If I were to make it with each picture as a frame then it would just turn into mush. However, I think the effect of a slide show will accomplish what I want just fine.
Right now I plan to keep it up for his first year. So when I am done the slide show will have him growing from newborn (Day 0) to 1 year old (Day 365). Although if I manage to keep up with the project that long I might want to keep it going...
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Uploading my brain
I have been pondering a thought for some time now. There has long been a science-fiction-y concept floating around that one day we will have computers advanced enough that we could upload our brains and continue living within the computer indefinitely. I have always been of the opinion that if you upload your brain into a computer, you would be effectively making a *copy* of your consciousness. Even if during the process of uploading, your meat-brain was destroyed to create the computer consciousness, and even if the computer's thought processes were indistinguishable from your normal meat-brain thought processes, it still would not be the proper "you". Sort of like how a clone of you would not be you, but more like a twin in practice. This would be a computerized twin of your brain functions.
But this got me to thinking. The "me" that is now, is not the "me" from last year. The molecules that make up my brain are different, it's the pattern that self-identifies me as "me". And while I do not believe this lends credence to my computer "me" being the real "me" I do think it leads to an interesting situation. Consider the following:
One day I get a brain implant that would supplement my memory. This would essentially just be analogous to an external hard drive. It is a space to store my memories and recall them, effectively granting me an eidetic memory. Am I still me "me"? I would argue, yes. Now, say, over the course of years I increased the functionality of this implant. So now it can perform functions as well as store memories, but the functions it performs are a supplement to my main meat-brain thought processes. I can regulate processes such as mathematical calculations to the implant as it can perform them in a fraction of the time. Am I still me? But as I get older I start regulating more and more of my thought processes to the implant, and upgrading its abilities. At some point I would probably get too old for my physical brain to function anymore. But if my implant was robust enough it could continue processes long after my physical brain/body had passed away. Am I still "me"?
At every step my sense of self would have changed to include whatever added aspect the implant granted to me. It would effectively become part of me. So would that part of me continue to be me after my physical body dies? I would think, yes. It would not be the same "me" as I am now... but in the same sense that I am not the same "me" as I was last year.
Now, another question would be: if my consciousness was now functioning on a computer would I still have emotions without the chemistry of my brain? Something to ponder...
But this got me to thinking. The "me" that is now, is not the "me" from last year. The molecules that make up my brain are different, it's the pattern that self-identifies me as "me". And while I do not believe this lends credence to my computer "me" being the real "me" I do think it leads to an interesting situation. Consider the following:
One day I get a brain implant that would supplement my memory. This would essentially just be analogous to an external hard drive. It is a space to store my memories and recall them, effectively granting me an eidetic memory. Am I still me "me"? I would argue, yes. Now, say, over the course of years I increased the functionality of this implant. So now it can perform functions as well as store memories, but the functions it performs are a supplement to my main meat-brain thought processes. I can regulate processes such as mathematical calculations to the implant as it can perform them in a fraction of the time. Am I still me? But as I get older I start regulating more and more of my thought processes to the implant, and upgrading its abilities. At some point I would probably get too old for my physical brain to function anymore. But if my implant was robust enough it could continue processes long after my physical brain/body had passed away. Am I still "me"?
At every step my sense of self would have changed to include whatever added aspect the implant granted to me. It would effectively become part of me. So would that part of me continue to be me after my physical body dies? I would think, yes. It would not be the same "me" as I am now... but in the same sense that I am not the same "me" as I was last year.
Now, another question would be: if my consciousness was now functioning on a computer would I still have emotions without the chemistry of my brain? Something to ponder...
Monday, May 2, 2011
Casual Science
My friend over at Sci-ducation has come up with an idea for blogging about scientific research. It is a tandem approach, where each of us will read a scientific paper and write a blog-post discussing it in detail, raising questions about it, and possibilities for future research. Then the second person will try and find a paper that deals with one of those questions, if possible, and write a blog-post about that paper in much the same manner. This could go on until the topic is exhausted, or we find a better, more interesting topic.
I am all in for this endeavor! Now, to find a good starting paper...
I am all in for this endeavor! Now, to find a good starting paper...
Over-due baby
Well Felix's due date has come and gone, and yet he is still hanging out inside my wife.
It is really inconsiderate of him. Although, I was 11 days late when I was born...
*sniff* He's just like his daddy... ;-)
It is really inconsiderate of him. Although, I was 11 days late when I was born...
*sniff* He's just like his daddy... ;-)
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Paper Towel Dispenser
The paper towel dispenser at work has long been a grating annoyance for me. For some reason the "proper" way (according to the two picture "installation instructions") to install the paper towel roll is with the hanging part in the rear instead of over the top in the front. This is counter-productive. It is trivial to demonstrate that over the top works much much better in the dispenser, and yet, every time I change it to the more useful configuration someone else will change it back!
Drives me nuts!
P.S. On introspection, perhaps there is someone else in the office who cannot stand how someone keeps switching the paper towels the "wrong" way... So it is to be a duel! Have at thee!!!
Drives me nuts!
P.S. On introspection, perhaps there is someone else in the office who cannot stand how someone keeps switching the paper towels the "wrong" way... So it is to be a duel! Have at thee!!!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
False Alarm
Last night we had a false alarm. Anna started having mild contractions about 7 minutes apart and lasting for about a minute apiece.
Needless to say, we got a little excited. We went for a walk around our expansive yard in the hopes that it might coax things along... but it did not. Once we got back from our walk she had completely shut down again.
It is both incredibly terrifying and exciting to be this close to Felix's birth! I am so very excited to meet him, but at the same time I am acutely aware that once he is here there is no going back! It will never just be about Anna and I again. This little person is going to change our whole lives.
Needless to say, we got a little excited. We went for a walk around our expansive yard in the hopes that it might coax things along... but it did not. Once we got back from our walk she had completely shut down again.
It is both incredibly terrifying and exciting to be this close to Felix's birth! I am so very excited to meet him, but at the same time I am acutely aware that once he is here there is no going back! It will never just be about Anna and I again. This little person is going to change our whole lives.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Waiting for baby
Still no baby! But I am on hyper-vigilant alert!
There are only six days until the due date... Things are starting to get pretty exciting. My wife is having Braxton Hicks contractions every day now, and the baby has dropped. Which means literally any day now she could go into labor!
With Felix almost here, I am eager to divulge an upcoming project I am planning... But I won't. Not just yet... Hopefully i stick to it and can reveal it to all of you reader when it is a bit further along.
Mysterious!
There are only six days until the due date... Things are starting to get pretty exciting. My wife is having Braxton Hicks contractions every day now, and the baby has dropped. Which means literally any day now she could go into labor!
With Felix almost here, I am eager to divulge an upcoming project I am planning... But I won't. Not just yet... Hopefully i stick to it and can reveal it to all of you reader when it is a bit further along.
Mysterious!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Cash & West
For Christmas last year I created a comic book for my brother-in-law that starred his two sons. I am in the process of publishing it online here.
It stars Cash and Weston as two police detectives, and follows them as they try to unravel a mystery involving all their favorite cartoon characters! Check it out!
It stars Cash and Weston as two police detectives, and follows them as they try to unravel a mystery involving all their favorite cartoon characters! Check it out!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Birthday boy
Today is my birthday! Woo! I am 28 years old today. I certainly do not feel that old... I still feel like a kid, exploring the world around me. I watch cartoons, draw comics, and geek out about stupid things.
And yet, if I take a step back and look at my life I realize just how grown up I have become. I have a job, and a wife. A house and 3 dogs. And a baby on the way! When I look at what my life has become it seems almost astonishing. It is amazing how much life can change without us realizing it.
We are trying to get everything ready for the baby before he is born. I feel like we have a pretty good handle on things right now, but as the due date approaches I cannot help but have that "I know I am forgetting something" feeling every time I think about him.
And yet, if I take a step back and look at my life I realize just how grown up I have become. I have a job, and a wife. A house and 3 dogs. And a baby on the way! When I look at what my life has become it seems almost astonishing. It is amazing how much life can change without us realizing it.
We are trying to get everything ready for the baby before he is born. I feel like we have a pretty good handle on things right now, but as the due date approaches I cannot help but have that "I know I am forgetting something" feeling every time I think about him.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Drawing 5cc
When I originally took over drawing duties at 5ColorControl I drew all the comics on paper and then, using a mouse and Photoshop, pieced them together on my computer to form a comic.
This method was slow. It took days to put a comic together, especially because I was using a scanner at work.
Then I got a drawing tablet for christmas '09 and I started drawing all the comics on that exclusively. That cut the time it takes to produce a comic down drastically. Now, when I am "on" I can crank out a decent comic in an hour or two (longer if I am not drawing particularly well that day).
Recently, however, I have been less and less satisfied with my tablet drawing skills. So I have started sketching most of the panels on paper and scanning them in. Then I use the tablet and trace over the sketches, add background and color and the like. This adds more steps to the creation process, but yeilds better quality, in my opinion.
The problem with this method is that my skills on the tablet may stagnate. I was hoping that I would get better at drawing on the tablet the more I did it (Which has been the case... just slowly).
I guess I will continue in this fashion, as I think it produces the best quality comics that I can produce at the moment... I will continue to experiment as well, hopefully I can expound on this in future blog posts.
This method was slow. It took days to put a comic together, especially because I was using a scanner at work.
Then I got a drawing tablet for christmas '09 and I started drawing all the comics on that exclusively. That cut the time it takes to produce a comic down drastically. Now, when I am "on" I can crank out a decent comic in an hour or two (longer if I am not drawing particularly well that day).
Recently, however, I have been less and less satisfied with my tablet drawing skills. So I have started sketching most of the panels on paper and scanning them in. Then I use the tablet and trace over the sketches, add background and color and the like. This adds more steps to the creation process, but yeilds better quality, in my opinion.
The problem with this method is that my skills on the tablet may stagnate. I was hoping that I would get better at drawing on the tablet the more I did it (Which has been the case... just slowly).
I guess I will continue in this fashion, as I think it produces the best quality comics that I can produce at the moment... I will continue to experiment as well, hopefully I can expound on this in future blog posts.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Mah Baby BOY!
Welp! I am dusting out the ol' blog with a new purpose! As my first born son, Felix Newton is mere weeks away from joining the world I have decided to chronicle the experience of being a Skeptical Humanist and a father.
Currently we are sitting at 13 days until the due date! The excitement is palpable, yet I still find myself forgetting (that might be too strong a word, it's more like complacent denial) that fatherhood is eminent. Thoughts of my future son just sort of drift to the back of my mind... It does not seem real; it feels as though I am pretending as though I will become a father in two weeks.
I have moments throughout the day when the reality of the situation crashes in on me, though. These "Holy Schmidt" moments are getting more frequent, so perhaps that is my subconscious trying to prepare me for what lies ahead. Maybe once Felix is born my whole life will feel like these moments of awakening. That is a little terrifying.
Currently we are sitting at 13 days until the due date! The excitement is palpable, yet I still find myself forgetting (that might be too strong a word, it's more like complacent denial) that fatherhood is eminent. Thoughts of my future son just sort of drift to the back of my mind... It does not seem real; it feels as though I am pretending as though I will become a father in two weeks.
I have moments throughout the day when the reality of the situation crashes in on me, though. These "Holy Schmidt" moments are getting more frequent, so perhaps that is my subconscious trying to prepare me for what lies ahead. Maybe once Felix is born my whole life will feel like these moments of awakening. That is a little terrifying.
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