Monday, October 29, 2007

You Oughtta Know


Nobody really visits this page anymore, so I should feel safe in the relative anonymity of a dormant blog. What I have to say is cathartic for me and should be known by everyone. Here goes.

In the American legal system we have the idea of burden of proof upon the state to prove a suspect's guilt. We call it innocent until proven guilty. Some countries function from the opposite rationale--guilty until proven innocent. This rationale is how I view email forwards.

Everyday I get a few forwards. Most of them prove bad. I thought, as a service, I should let you in on what other people are thinking about your forwards. I thought I would devise a set of axioms or canons.

1. Don't forward emails. 99 percent of emails are just junk that people have seen before. The scary car commercial--seen it. The dancing cartoon fat guy with your name written on his rear--seen it. Gay spiderman--seen it. Only a couple of emails should eek through.

2. Don't steal other people's email addresses to put into your list. If you don't know who they are, maybe the status quo should remain.

3. If an email is REALLY good, then forward it. But choose, at most, five people that would enjoy the message.

4. If the message says anything about how much one loves God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit DO NOT FORWARD IT! If this message is so important, why don't you tell your loved one in person?

5. If you forward it, learn to clean up the message. There's nothing worse than all that jibberish in the opening of an email.

6. Learn to BCC (blind carbon copy)!!!! Every email service has this feature. I don't want my email getting to your forward-happy crazy great aunt.

The internet teaches us few things, least of which is restraint. But these are a few things to consider before cluttering up my inbox. Perhaps I try in vain to make my inbox a better place. At least I tried.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

This Week

Monday, August 20, 2007

How Did This Happen?

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

My Least Favorite Words

Well, it's been a while since I've blogged. No one is reading, and, really, it's my fault. Poor readership aside, this post will have great cathartic value for me.

I am a new parent and I have gobs of things to learn about being one. But recently I have happened upon my least favorite words: "You just wait." I hate this phrase for so many reasons, I will outline just a few here.

At our house things are looking up. The boy is sleeping more, especially at night, and this is a very good thing! I'm finding my way out of the zombie-like haze which characterized December and January. For a few weeks, I was so tired I went about my days wondering if any of this is real. It was in those days that conversations would go like this:

Pro parent: "How's the baby?"
Me: "Good, but I'm soooo tired."
Pro parent: "Well, you just wait until they're teenagers."
Me: "Yeah, you're right. I'm not tired at all. I rescind my statement of fatigue."

I have vowed not to say the stupid "You just wait." Even if your teenager is wild, does she have to eat every two hours in the middle of the night? I don't think so. End your drivel. Stop the you-just-waits.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Little Champion Rolls Over



I realize this is not so exciting to everyone, but being the proud father I am, I want to show the world how my child is amazing and smart and strong.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Luke Cason is on the Grow!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Summer Ain't Just For Kids Anymore

I am a teacher and, as a teacher, I get a summer break. Until this summer, I really haven't taken a lot of time off because of the dissertation. Now the dissertation is done and they can't tell me what to do anymore. I digress.

Another profession needs a summer break--West Texas weather people. There is a time and a place for optimism, but this group of people is beyond repair. So I propose a swift orderly change. Weather people should quit in mid-May and return in October. In West Texas the summer weather is easy: "It's gonna be a hundred degrees, it's not gonna rain, and it's gonna last until mid-October." See how easy this exercise would be?

This forecast is remarkbly like the summer version of Bill Murray's quote in Groundhog Day. In it, he says, "I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last the rest of your life."

So, to summarize. Weather people, please stop talking.