Awesome Internet: Jmcoon

Either twitter user Jmcoon is a brillaint hoax of 14 year old teen angst or… actually, who cares.  This is fantastic.  Let me share a few of his tweets:

• Im so out of the h***hole called school…. LOL
• I’m going to Laugh at this town some day
• OMG i want out of this school … This town and school is full of wight trash …
• I could not get asleep last night ….. not doing to grate today

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Things my son said to me

Megan was out of town this week on a retreat for her work.  It was a long few days I filled with painting our front living room and bedroom, which was the hard part.  But it was also a nice few days I got to spend with Simon, who absolutely cracked me up with the way he sees the world.  Here are some of the things he said to me:

• ME: You put the white stuff on the walls before you paint; SIMON: It’s called primer.
• “Math’s my thing!”
• “Did you even FINISH school?!?”
• “Dad, can you roll down the window?  I’m sort of out of breath.”
• “Dad, does a brain have a brain?”

Corner Office

Corner Office, originally uploaded by gabebrannan.

I am in Seattle for the day and they have set me up in the president’s office. As acting president I have already fired six people.

Owen Finn Brannan @ 11 Months

Megan took a bunch of pictures of Owen the past few days, trying to get a good one for his birthday invitations.  With such a cute kid you would think this is an easy proposition.  You would be wrong.  Since he was born everything has been done on his timetable.  When he eats.  When he sleeps.  When he wants to play and when he wants to be left alone.  Somedays it’s obvious that we didn’t have a baby, we had a CEO that we now find ourselves working for.

“If he weren’t so damned cute,” I find myself saying, “he would be in a lot of trouble right now.”

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Tags: Owen

Leaving Las Vegas

I wanted to blog from my Vegas hotel room (how posh does that sound?) but between a less-than-reliable internet connection and being too tired from having to actually think and work all day at a seminar (the nerve!) I was unable to put anything down on keyboard and screen.

As I sit, I am in the Seattle airport waiting for my flight to Pullman.  I got some work done thinking that putting in an hour here allows me for an hour of un-productivity on Monday when I can already tell I will be dragging by two o’clock.  But since I don’t technically have a card to punch I guess I could have slacked off in my office anyway and nobody would likely notice.  Oh well.

Back to Vegas…. It’s a surreal place.  Walking around on Wednesday afternoon it occurred to me that The Strip is like an MC Escher painting: the more you stare at it the more you realize that you’ve been duped.  For example, I wanted to walk from my hotel (New York – New York) to the Planet Hollywood casino for the Best Buffet in Las Vegas.  When I started walking I thought “Well, Planet Hollywood is right there.  I should make it down in no time.”  The problem is that the buildings are so massive that everything looks close.

You can’t measure Vegas in blocks or miles or steps, only in time.  Which is ironic because time doesn’t seem to exist in Vegas.  When I left for my seminar at eight in the morning the slots were full on the casino floor and it was apparent that the men bellied up to the tables had been there most of the night and into the morning.

It made me feel sort of old, actually.

And the boobs!  Lord, the boobs!  I told Megan that I had seen more boobs on my first day that I had in my entire life.  She didn’t think this was the sort of thing that a man should share with his wife but I explained that these weren’t young, attractive boobs.  These were middle aged, inappropriate boobs.  I don’t know if that made her feel better or not but had she been there with me she would have said the same thing.

Now to the big question, how much money did I win.  I wasn’t counting but it was somewhere around negative twenty dollars which I consider a victory albeit a small one.

As always, these trips make me miss home.  This one more than usual, actually.  Simon amazes me everyday with something (especially his reading) and Owen is starting to get really fun (he says “Da!” when he needs me).  Also, Megan and I are starting to put our house together a bit as the Spring rolls in and I hate to miss all of that.  But I will be home soon, unbothered by the lights of the Las Vegas strip.

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Tags: work, travel, las vegas