Since folks still stop by here, I wanted to direct y'all to my latest, and final, digs. :)
I switched to wordpress.com a few months back, but the whole Mr. Storage didn’t pan out the way I was thinking it would, but that’s okay. It pushed me to clarify my vision, so I’ve launched a new blog, with my own domain!
I've also split my blog into two. You can now find posts centering around my life as a dad over at A Twisted Christian Dad and my posts on Christian Theology at Twisted Christian Theology. Both these blogs are hosted on my twistedchristian.ca domain. I'm really excited to have them setup and running.
Here is my intro post with a brief overview of my new site, Welcome to a Twisted Christian Dad. I have multiple RSS feeds setup, so feel free to subscribe to either or both sites. You can also sign up for email updates.
So those of you with links to this site in your blogroll, please update to my new sites and update your RSS feeds and unsubscribe from this one, as I will no longer be updating here. This new blog will be the 4th incarnation of my blog, and should be the last. I thank you for reading what I have to say, and hope you will join me in my new digs. I am very excited about them.
I would like to find a way to link them, so it lets the other blog know when there's an update, so we'll see how that pans out.
And while you're checking out my new blog, stop by and check out my wife's blog at mamabean.ca
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Thursday, December 03, 2009
New Beginnings
So following my previous post on privacy and such, I have started a new one. Mr. Storage's Closet. I've moved over to the Wordpress host as I'm hoping to move my Twisted Christian blog to my own hosting and run it off a self hosted Wordpress platform.
At the school I worked in, the server room is in a room labeled Storage. And while, it's not a huge deal, it is kind of demoralizing to go to work everyday and have my office labeled "Storage."
When I asked if they could change it, I was told no, because it was a security risk. That they didn't want everyone to know that it was our central computer hub. I can understand that, though every kid in the school knows what is in this "Storage" room. All I wanted was my name on it. It didn't have to say Computer Tech or Server Room or anything.
On the first day of the year, when the grade 12's were giving groups of new grade 9's the tour of the school, they would pass my door and say "this is the server room" or "this is where the computer guy lives." It made me laugh. The "Storage" sign isn't fooling anyone.
The secretaries also thought it dumb that I didn't get my name on the door, and so they started calling my Mr. Storage. They'd use that when paging me, or calling me, and I even started introducing myself to some students as that. Though the first time some kid came up to me and called me Mr. Storage it took everything I had not to burst out laughing.
Please update your links (for those of you that link to me), as you will find me over in my storage closet. I will also be starting to bring all my archives over so it isn't as bare as it is now. I'm also playing around with the theme, so there'll be some changes over the coming days. And I know all the popular blogs write on a specific theme to draw in a particular crowd, but that's never been my way. I'd have a bunch of different blogs then, one for hunting, one for gardening, one for being a dad, one for bass playing, one for religion (well, I have that one, but it's more of a theological type one, which doesn't interest many, so I keep it seperate), etc.. So I'll just keep blogging about life, and if nobody new starts reading, no biggy, that's not why I started blogging in the first place. Though if I do pick up new followers, that's always fun as I like meeting new people and forging new relationships. :)
So come on over to Mr. Storage's Closet and see what I've been up to...
At the school I worked in, the server room is in a room labeled Storage. And while, it's not a huge deal, it is kind of demoralizing to go to work everyday and have my office labeled "Storage."
When I asked if they could change it, I was told no, because it was a security risk. That they didn't want everyone to know that it was our central computer hub. I can understand that, though every kid in the school knows what is in this "Storage" room. All I wanted was my name on it. It didn't have to say Computer Tech or Server Room or anything.
On the first day of the year, when the grade 12's were giving groups of new grade 9's the tour of the school, they would pass my door and say "this is the server room" or "this is where the computer guy lives." It made me laugh. The "Storage" sign isn't fooling anyone.
The secretaries also thought it dumb that I didn't get my name on the door, and so they started calling my Mr. Storage. They'd use that when paging me, or calling me, and I even started introducing myself to some students as that. Though the first time some kid came up to me and called me Mr. Storage it took everything I had not to burst out laughing.
Please update your links (for those of you that link to me), as you will find me over in my storage closet. I will also be starting to bring all my archives over so it isn't as bare as it is now. I'm also playing around with the theme, so there'll be some changes over the coming days. And I know all the popular blogs write on a specific theme to draw in a particular crowd, but that's never been my way. I'd have a bunch of different blogs then, one for hunting, one for gardening, one for being a dad, one for bass playing, one for religion (well, I have that one, but it's more of a theological type one, which doesn't interest many, so I keep it seperate), etc.. So I'll just keep blogging about life, and if nobody new starts reading, no biggy, that's not why I started blogging in the first place. Though if I do pick up new followers, that's always fun as I like meeting new people and forging new relationships. :)
So come on over to Mr. Storage's Closet and see what I've been up to...
Monday, November 30, 2009
Day One
I successfully made it through day one of my life as a SAHD.
I was a little nervous last night about how feedings will go, and I still am abit about tomorrow's, but things went okay today. He fed at 4:30 and then I woke him up at 9 for his next feeding. I probably could have let him go longer, but then I wasn't sure if he'd get enough feedings in today. For my effort, we drank all of half an ounce in the hour we sat in the chair "feeding." He did decide at 11 that he was hungry and ate the ounce and a half I put in the bottle and probably would have eaten more. I figured since Mama Bean was getting home around noon today I wouldn't worry about it. And as a great way to follow up that feeding, he went straight to sleep. :)
I do like the fact that Mama Bean doesn't work full time, and while that might take some credibility away from me as a straight-up SAHD, I think it is pretty awesome. It means we get to spend quite a bit of time together, and Bean gets lots of bonding time with the both of us.
Tomorrow will be day two where I take care of him for the afternoon/evening instead of morning, so I'm interested to see how feedings go.
I was a little nervous last night about how feedings will go, and I still am abit about tomorrow's, but things went okay today. He fed at 4:30 and then I woke him up at 9 for his next feeding. I probably could have let him go longer, but then I wasn't sure if he'd get enough feedings in today. For my effort, we drank all of half an ounce in the hour we sat in the chair "feeding." He did decide at 11 that he was hungry and ate the ounce and a half I put in the bottle and probably would have eaten more. I figured since Mama Bean was getting home around noon today I wouldn't worry about it. And as a great way to follow up that feeding, he went straight to sleep. :)
I do like the fact that Mama Bean doesn't work full time, and while that might take some credibility away from me as a straight-up SAHD, I think it is pretty awesome. It means we get to spend quite a bit of time together, and Bean gets lots of bonding time with the both of us.
Tomorrow will be day two where I take care of him for the afternoon/evening instead of morning, so I'm interested to see how feedings go.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Privacy in the Blogosphere
Since the arrival of my son, I've been doing a lot of thinking about privacy and the internet, especially as it relates to blogging and social networking. How much is too much? What sort of information is safe to share? What isn't?
When I started blogging, it was a way to keep in contact with friends back home while I was away at bible college. It was a way to keep in contact with friends who had moved away. I'd write about things that were going on, rant about things pissing me off, and pretty much write whatever I wanted. As time has gone on, it has remained pretty much the same. I write about what's going on, how things are going, and bitch about shit that pisses me off. Standard personal blog fare right?
So now that I'm a little older, a little wiser, a little more paranoid? I wonder how much is too much. I've never taken care to disguise names of myself, or family or friends. I've never worried about writing about where I'm living, where I'm working etc... I even post pictures of family and friends and my house. Maybe that's too much?
I'm thinking it might be. At least the mix of real names and pictures, along with the finer details of places and such that aren't really required in the grand scheme of things. Especially to readers of a blog. It's nice to know that I'm on leave to be a stay-at-home-dad and used to be an IT guy. It doesn't really matter where I worked. My wife is a Chiropractor and works in a small town practice. Does it matter exactly where that is? I have a son that's almost 6 weeks old, and a beautiful wife. Does it matter what their real names are? For the most part, the little things don't matter. People like stories, experiences, pictures. The finer details aren't required. Those are best kept to things like emails and personal messages. If someone was wondering where my wife works because they are interested in going to see her, send me an email and I'd be happy to tell you.
We live in an age of over-sharing. Now this isn't necessarily a bad thing, we just need to keep in mind that not everyone is interested in your latest recipies, or that little Isaac just learned to walk. They are rooting through your archives and looking for names, addresses, places of employment, and so on.
Identity theft is still a growing problem. It was huge news a few years back, but it seems to have quieted down in the news, and it isn't because it is any less prevalent. So just becareful what you post.
Now I have a lot of stuff online. I have stuff on facebook, linkedin, myspace, 3 seperate blogs, an old blog, a flickr and picasa account and more. But I figure it isn't too late to go through and make some changes. I'm going to go the route of changing names and removing extraneous details that aren't really required. I'm not sure how I'm going to do all that, but I think it is important. People that have been reading for a while will still know who I'm talking about, and new folks won't care.
I'm also going to start an offline journal. I am delving into the world of wordpress and am going to install it on my local computer. I've been journaling off and on for the past 8 years (since receiving my first journal from my wife, then girlfriend), though after I started my blog I wrote in it less, and online more. I miss having a record of things though. The personal stuff that I don't write online and don't get around to writing on paper. I figure WordPress is a nice universal product so I won't have everything I write locked into some weird program that I'll never be able to access when it goes extinct, as the purpose of my journal is to keep track of things so I can go back to it.
Now to come up with some fun names to use for folks. And me. :D
When I started blogging, it was a way to keep in contact with friends back home while I was away at bible college. It was a way to keep in contact with friends who had moved away. I'd write about things that were going on, rant about things pissing me off, and pretty much write whatever I wanted. As time has gone on, it has remained pretty much the same. I write about what's going on, how things are going, and bitch about shit that pisses me off. Standard personal blog fare right?
So now that I'm a little older, a little wiser, a little more paranoid? I wonder how much is too much. I've never taken care to disguise names of myself, or family or friends. I've never worried about writing about where I'm living, where I'm working etc... I even post pictures of family and friends and my house. Maybe that's too much?
I'm thinking it might be. At least the mix of real names and pictures, along with the finer details of places and such that aren't really required in the grand scheme of things. Especially to readers of a blog. It's nice to know that I'm on leave to be a stay-at-home-dad and used to be an IT guy. It doesn't really matter where I worked. My wife is a Chiropractor and works in a small town practice. Does it matter exactly where that is? I have a son that's almost 6 weeks old, and a beautiful wife. Does it matter what their real names are? For the most part, the little things don't matter. People like stories, experiences, pictures. The finer details aren't required. Those are best kept to things like emails and personal messages. If someone was wondering where my wife works because they are interested in going to see her, send me an email and I'd be happy to tell you.
We live in an age of over-sharing. Now this isn't necessarily a bad thing, we just need to keep in mind that not everyone is interested in your latest recipies, or that little Isaac just learned to walk. They are rooting through your archives and looking for names, addresses, places of employment, and so on.
Identity theft is still a growing problem. It was huge news a few years back, but it seems to have quieted down in the news, and it isn't because it is any less prevalent. So just becareful what you post.
Now I have a lot of stuff online. I have stuff on facebook, linkedin, myspace, 3 seperate blogs, an old blog, a flickr and picasa account and more. But I figure it isn't too late to go through and make some changes. I'm going to go the route of changing names and removing extraneous details that aren't really required. I'm not sure how I'm going to do all that, but I think it is important. People that have been reading for a while will still know who I'm talking about, and new folks won't care.
I'm also going to start an offline journal. I am delving into the world of wordpress and am going to install it on my local computer. I've been journaling off and on for the past 8 years (since receiving my first journal from my wife, then girlfriend), though after I started my blog I wrote in it less, and online more. I miss having a record of things though. The personal stuff that I don't write online and don't get around to writing on paper. I figure WordPress is a nice universal product so I won't have everything I write locked into some weird program that I'll never be able to access when it goes extinct, as the purpose of my journal is to keep track of things so I can go back to it.
Now to come up with some fun names to use for folks. And me. :D
Trips to Greyhound
Anytime we take a trip to the Greyhound station, I leave with a great story. My trip there on Tuesday was no different...
Checking the phone messages when we arrived home after church this past Sunday, I listen to a message from Greyhound informing us that they have a package for Bean waiting to be picked up. We are heading to the airport on Tuesday to drop my parents off after a great 4 day visit, so I figure we'll stop in then and pick up the package.
So we head to the airport, drop my parents off, and get to the Greyhound depot 20 minutes before they close. Mama Bean figured she'd wait in the car with Bean while I ran in and picked up the package, since we figured it would be pretty quick.
Walking in, there is one person in line in front of me, and one person at each of the two open tills. It was the couple at the till to my right that caught my attention. They wanted to ship a large suitcase and something wrapped in a plastic shopping bag, neither labeled, tagged or anything.
When the attendant said they couldn't ship something just sitting in a plastic bag, they removed the contents and put it on the counter. 2 packages of 12" square tiles. Okay, kind of a weird thing to ship, until they say there are 14 more packages in the suitcase! I don't think the attendant thought much of it, and taped the two packages from the bag together, put a shipping label on it and asked for the suitcase.
Now, this suitcase has 14 packages of tiles in it. Each package of tiles weighs about 25lbs (when he was weighing the package he'd made of 2 he said as much). So I'm not quite sure what he expected when he asked them to lift the suitcase and put it on the counter. That thing weighed around 350lbs! He explains to them that they can't ship packages over 100lbs, and that they'd have to take some out.
So the couple takes out 4 packages, and the attendant tapes them into packages of 2, and asks for the suitcase. Again, the couple tries to lift this thing, but as it still weighs about 250lbs (Was I the only one paying attention to the math here?) they were unable to lift it. So they take out 2 more packages, he tapes them together and they try to lift it again. This time they are able to lift it, but it is still 200lbs, which is double the shipping limit...
At this point the other attendant is free, and I head over to pick up my package while this couple, and the attendant proceed to pull all of the packages out, tape them together in packs of two, and create shipping labels.
Now they are shipping these tiles to a small reservation up in the boonies. Collect. That's about $450 in shipping for these friggin tiles. Not to mention, THEY ARE TILES! Tiles are fragile. I would NOT be shipping something fragile like that via greyhound up to the boonies. I've worked in Greyhound's depots, I used to do all the work on their conveyor systems in Calgary. Guaranteed a bunch of those tiles would have been broken before they even made it onto the bus.
When I finally made it to the attendant I told him who the package was for, and which unit it was it. He goes and gets it and when he returns he asks me for ID. Now this package is for Bean, not me. Bean is 5 weeks old and doesn't have ID yet. I tell him as much and he gives me a funny look. So I show him my ID, and that the addresses match, and with reluctance he gives me the package. Though I had to fill out a little form saying I was authorized to pick up this package for Bean, and put down all my contact info and everything in case there was a problem. Kinda weird, but it made me laugh.
As I left the other attendant was still taping packages of tiles together, looking very unimpressed.
Checking the phone messages when we arrived home after church this past Sunday, I listen to a message from Greyhound informing us that they have a package for Bean waiting to be picked up. We are heading to the airport on Tuesday to drop my parents off after a great 4 day visit, so I figure we'll stop in then and pick up the package.
So we head to the airport, drop my parents off, and get to the Greyhound depot 20 minutes before they close. Mama Bean figured she'd wait in the car with Bean while I ran in and picked up the package, since we figured it would be pretty quick.
Walking in, there is one person in line in front of me, and one person at each of the two open tills. It was the couple at the till to my right that caught my attention. They wanted to ship a large suitcase and something wrapped in a plastic shopping bag, neither labeled, tagged or anything.
When the attendant said they couldn't ship something just sitting in a plastic bag, they removed the contents and put it on the counter. 2 packages of 12" square tiles. Okay, kind of a weird thing to ship, until they say there are 14 more packages in the suitcase! I don't think the attendant thought much of it, and taped the two packages from the bag together, put a shipping label on it and asked for the suitcase.
Now, this suitcase has 14 packages of tiles in it. Each package of tiles weighs about 25lbs (when he was weighing the package he'd made of 2 he said as much). So I'm not quite sure what he expected when he asked them to lift the suitcase and put it on the counter. That thing weighed around 350lbs! He explains to them that they can't ship packages over 100lbs, and that they'd have to take some out.
So the couple takes out 4 packages, and the attendant tapes them into packages of 2, and asks for the suitcase. Again, the couple tries to lift this thing, but as it still weighs about 250lbs (Was I the only one paying attention to the math here?) they were unable to lift it. So they take out 2 more packages, he tapes them together and they try to lift it again. This time they are able to lift it, but it is still 200lbs, which is double the shipping limit...
At this point the other attendant is free, and I head over to pick up my package while this couple, and the attendant proceed to pull all of the packages out, tape them together in packs of two, and create shipping labels.
Now they are shipping these tiles to a small reservation up in the boonies. Collect. That's about $450 in shipping for these friggin tiles. Not to mention, THEY ARE TILES! Tiles are fragile. I would NOT be shipping something fragile like that via greyhound up to the boonies. I've worked in Greyhound's depots, I used to do all the work on their conveyor systems in Calgary. Guaranteed a bunch of those tiles would have been broken before they even made it onto the bus.
When I finally made it to the attendant I told him who the package was for, and which unit it was it. He goes and gets it and when he returns he asks me for ID. Now this package is for Bean, not me. Bean is 5 weeks old and doesn't have ID yet. I tell him as much and he gives me a funny look. So I show him my ID, and that the addresses match, and with reluctance he gives me the package. Though I had to fill out a little form saying I was authorized to pick up this package for Bean, and put down all my contact info and everything in case there was a problem. Kinda weird, but it made me laugh.
As I left the other attendant was still taping packages of tiles together, looking very unimpressed.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Why'd I move here again?
What's going on in this city? What the hell is wrong with this place?
Recent News Stories for Winnipeg:
1. Woman arrested in fundraising scam:
2. Teen cut with machete in home invasion
3. Cops seek purse-snatchers
4. Two injured in early-morning assualts
5. Shotgun toting thug menaces family
6. Suspects wanted in carjacking attempts (thwarted because they couldn't drive standard...lol!)
7. High-speed car chase
8. 16 year-old boy stabbed
And this doesn't include the kid arrested at school for having a taser, some kid that was arrested the next day for assault, and then another kid arrested a few days later for assault.
This city is nuts. Nobody seems to use guns though. Everyone just stabs each other around here.
Recent News Stories for Winnipeg:
1. Woman arrested in fundraising scam:
2. Teen cut with machete in home invasion
3. Cops seek purse-snatchers
4. Two injured in early-morning assualts
5. Shotgun toting thug menaces family
6. Suspects wanted in carjacking attempts (thwarted because they couldn't drive standard...lol!)
7. High-speed car chase
8. 16 year-old boy stabbed
And this doesn't include the kid arrested at school for having a taser, some kid that was arrested the next day for assault, and then another kid arrested a few days later for assault.
This city is nuts. Nobody seems to use guns though. Everyone just stabs each other around here.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
New Books!
Okay, I'm going to dork it up here for a minute, but not with computers, with books. :)
I was directed to this amazing sale currently taking place at christianbook.com where there is a "Red Hot Deals" section with some awesome deals! And by awesome I mean some things are more than 90% off!
I picked up a 22 volume set of Calvin's Commentaries with a bonus copy of Calvin's Institutes for $99. This set is regularly $1200! That is a 92% savings!
I also picked up The Complete Sermons of Martin Luther in a 7 volume set for $45, and they regularly sell for $350. Yup, that's an 87% savings! How awesome right?I'm so excited to get them. I also picked up Zondervan's Handbook to the Bible for $8 instead of $40. It has some scathing reviews on the site, b
utthat's because it was reviews by a bunch of ignorant Christians who can't see outside the box, and probably also think Rob Bell is a heretic. ;) lol The book was used by my bible college as the text book for their Intro to the Bible class, so I figure there must be some decent info in it, and for 80% off, I can't go wrong.
So yeah, $1600 of books for $200 including shipping. It is my Christmas present to myself, and I'm so excited. There is a bunch of Luther's sermons that I'm pretty excited to read, especially the couple on The Sermon on the Mount.
So if you, or anyone you know, is looking for some amazing deals on Christian books, check out the Red Hot Deals at ChristianBook.com. (whom i'm not affiliated with, nor did they give me anything in return for this glowing endorsement, lol it's just an awesome sale)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Failure is not an option
It's amazing how this 9lb, 5 week old humanoid can make me feel so defeated.
Our foray into the world of bottle feeding has been a tumultuous journey. One filled with peaks and valleys. And it's only been a week.
He'll typically take at least an ounce from me, but after that, it can all go out the window real quick. It took us 2 hours to drink 2 oz. last week, but the next night he drank 4.5 oz when Mama Beanand I fed him together. Over the weekend Mama Beanfed him in public, at the baby shower with no problem, as he gobbled it down. Yesterday, he ate nicely from my mom, a good 3 oz. But today... today was back to the shitshow. In an hour he drank just over an ounce. Now we think that it might be that we overheated it and it broke down/got gross. But that can't be confirmed. All I know is that he is hungry because he'll suck on my finger, but the moment I give him the bottle, he'll suck 2 or 3 times, and spit it out and start crying.
It's been about 45 minutes since we gave it up, and Jo's going to breast feed him, which'll probably go fine.
Monday I start my new life as a stay-at-home-dad (sahd), and the only thing that scares me is feeding. People say he will eventually eat if he gets hungry enough, but I've read stories of kids that don't and have to go to the ER b/c they are dehydrated. Now I can't see that happening as Mama Beanis never away for more than 8 hours, but it still worries me. I'm so excited about being a sahd, but feedings like these just make me a little nervous.
I used to hate the saying "failure is not an option." Yes, it is an option. I can choose to pass, or I can choose to fail, it is my choice, and always an option. Until you have a kid. Then it isn't an option anymore. This little guy is totally dependent on me. I cannot give up. I cannot give him back and go home. I cannot hide in my closet when things go shitty. Now things have, for the most part, been pretty damn easy. We have a great kid who is friggin awesome. But when things do get tough, I can't give up. Failure isn't an option this time.
Our foray into the world of bottle feeding has been a tumultuous journey. One filled with peaks and valleys. And it's only been a week.
He'll typically take at least an ounce from me, but after that, it can all go out the window real quick. It took us 2 hours to drink 2 oz. last week, but the next night he drank 4.5 oz when Mama Beanand I fed him together. Over the weekend Mama Beanfed him in public, at the baby shower with no problem, as he gobbled it down. Yesterday, he ate nicely from my mom, a good 3 oz. But today... today was back to the shitshow. In an hour he drank just over an ounce. Now we think that it might be that we overheated it and it broke down/got gross. But that can't be confirmed. All I know is that he is hungry because he'll suck on my finger, but the moment I give him the bottle, he'll suck 2 or 3 times, and spit it out and start crying.
It's been about 45 minutes since we gave it up, and Jo's going to breast feed him, which'll probably go fine.
Monday I start my new life as a stay-at-home-dad (sahd), and the only thing that scares me is feeding. People say he will eventually eat if he gets hungry enough, but I've read stories of kids that don't and have to go to the ER b/c they are dehydrated. Now I can't see that happening as Mama Beanis never away for more than 8 hours, but it still worries me. I'm so excited about being a sahd, but feedings like these just make me a little nervous.
I used to hate the saying "failure is not an option." Yes, it is an option. I can choose to pass, or I can choose to fail, it is my choice, and always an option. Until you have a kid. Then it isn't an option anymore. This little guy is totally dependent on me. I cannot give up. I cannot give him back and go home. I cannot hide in my closet when things go shitty. Now things have, for the most part, been pretty damn easy. We have a great kid who is friggin awesome. But when things do get tough, I can't give up. Failure isn't an option this time.
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