Chinese Invasion

This is what blogging has become. They're like ants at a picnic, or worse. They are some form of Chinese.

I have nothing against China. But they are one of the most populous nations on Earth. And every morning when I wake up, they have invaded my blog and left gibberish for comments and I fail to understand their point.

I am never actually going to allow one of their comments -- it's all in Mandarin or some other dialect -- so what's their point anyway? I think we have to assume that this is all mechanized.

And that some Chinese computer geek has come up with an automated program, like a germ, that automatically does this. And that Google's security system cannot stop it. Knock yourselves out.

Look at this Photograph

That's my son, Evan, Left foreground with the backwards baseball hat, on a cold day around Winnipeg a few years ago when we drove out with some of his friends to a paintball competition which I did NOT win.
The crucial thing? Neither did he.
He graduated from Grade 12 today. Unfortunately, he forgot to tell me until yesterday. A chip off the old block! Fortunately his sister, who is at least halfway sane and who is WAY more organized than either of us, drove him over here.
For some reason, all the pix that were taken, I can't find on this computer. My kids and I pretended to be The Avengers Spy Group or Hymie the robot or something like that.
Here are the only pix I could find.

Above is a long ago pic of me and my kids.

Here is a pic of me and my kids after I have had the stroke this year.

This above is Evan holding a pet chicken.

This above is Ev obviously at a young age.

This above is Evan and me a few years ago when he and some of his friends went out for some paintball.

Fathers Day 2010

ThThat should be true. My daughter gave this to me -- I can't remember now if my son Evan ALSO gave it to me -- several years ago.
Today is Father's Day 2010. We know most of these days were just made up by the card companies to sell more cards. But it's like me saying I wish the Allies had never bombed Hiroshima.

My kids have done lots over the years to make sure I never feel like useless tits on a bull. But let's face it -- the mother is far more important than the male in child rearing, once you take impregnating the woman away.

But really, what IS then the role of a father? It IS or can be influential. It is being there, it is not being afraid to feel, it is teaching your kids what's right and what's wrong, it's being responsible, it's respecting.

It's a whole bunch of things. They all add up to it's loving.

My kids are grown now. For my son, especially, it's about learning to grow up and not be a doofus. And increasingly, at 18, he isn't.

The picture above is the pix of him I've got within the pic I brought back from India that also has some pix of my daughter. The pix, ironically, is of a snake charmer. And sometimes, with my kids, that's what I have to be.

I don't know where the pix went. But on my bed. I've got this little pillow given to many years ago by my daughter, who's now 22 or something.

On it, it says simply "A Father is somenone you look up to, no matter how tall you get." Fathers aren't the important life sustaining creature that mothers are. But we have no choice. Smile to your kids. Love them.

It's our own Tianenman Square

Earlier today, I tried accessing a friend's Facebook site. Not blog. A note came on the screen saying my reqest for that site was going through some kind of filter. I never could access that site.

Isn't this becoming just a LITTLE bit like what happened in Tianenman Square in China?

Bring it on.

You will just hasten the dissappearance of so many. Must not be making enough money.