Yesterday, March 2, was one of those days I live for. For those of you who don’t know, it was the celebration of the birthday of America’s greatest writer, Theodore Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss.

As part of that celebration, I was invited (after slobberingly asking for said invite) to come to Speed Racer’s elementary school [...]]]> by Richard

Yesterday, March 2, was one of those days I live for. For those of you who don’t know, it was the celebration of the birthday of America’s greatest writer, Theodore Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss.

As part of that celebration, I was invited (after slobberingly asking for said invite) to come to Speed Racer’s elementary school and read Dr. Seuss books to a gaggle of kindergartners and second-graders. Which, if only by itself, would have been fantastic fun. But there was one added ingredient that pushed this event into the stratosphere of scintillation, the farthest reaches of fun. I got to dress up as Thing 1, a character from Dr. Seuss’s seminal work, The Cat in the Hat.

Here’s what I looked like.

Well. Sort of. But I think you get the gist. Yes, I really did dress up like that. And, no, I did not have to actually go out and buy or rent a costume for this. All I had to do was go up in the attic, remove the gorilla suit, the Jack the Pumpkin King suit, the Marry Poppins suit (don’t ask) and a few other costumes and, viola, there it was. All ready for me to wear.

And, dude, it was sweet. The little dudes in the library were clustered around me with wide-eyed smiles and friendly faces, like they’d never seen anything so wonderful before. I can tell you this: It made my poor, black, shriveled heart beat. A little. It’s almost like it grew three sizes yesterday.

Sorry. Wrong Seuss book.

Anyway, I got a chance to read a selection of Seuss’s masterpieces, including the aforementioned The Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, I Can Read With My Eyes Closed and Ten Apples Up On Top. The best part, though, was between book readings I got to answer questions from the little dudes and dudettes.

Mostly along the lines of my hair being fake, which I denied; my wearing a costume, which I denied; and my being a handsome devil, which I could not deny. I got to pull out all my funny voices that my own little dudes, now to old to really fall for those sorts of things, don’t enjoy nearly as much as they used to do.

So, happy birthday, Dr. Seuss. Here’s to a great holiday that gives as much as it gets.

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Counting today, there are twenty-four shopping days until Christmas. I don’t know about you, but that sort of knowledge scares the pants right off me. Which, I understand, could scare quite a few other people. Relax. It was just a metaphor.

As hard as it is to believe, we’ve already got our Christmas lights out [...]]]> by Richard

Counting today, there are twenty-four shopping days until Christmas. I don’t know about you, but that sort of knowledge scares the pants right off me. Which, I understand, could scare quite a few other people. Relax. It was just a metaphor.

As hard as it is to believe, we’ve already got our Christmas lights out and I received my first Christmas present. The lights are out this early because my middle little dude, Zippy the Monkey Boy, wanted to help me put them out this year, as well as wanted to get them out long enough for him to really enjoy them. Mission accomplished.

The present, though, that’s a little different.

Here’s what I got.

It’s an ornament in the shape of Robby the Robot, one of the great inventions of all time from a seminal SF movie called Forbidden Planet. It’s not something I would have ever thought to buy for myself, so that pretty much makes it the perfect gift. You might also recognize this as (basically) the robot from the TV show Lost in Space. Anyway, I got it as a birthday present so I could have something of my own to hang on the Christmas tree. I mean, you can’t go wrong when you’ve got a robot hanging on your Christmas tree, yeah?

So, it’s time to start looking. I mean, it’s really time. You’ve got to factor in shipping and all. Time to get moving.

The clock is ticking.

Tick, tick, boom!

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I think the headline says it all. Today’s my birthday. And my present to me is I’m giving myself the day off. Well, after the next little bit, anyway.

I also share my birthday with my amazing nephew, Crusher. So named because he was the holy terror of his Pop Warner football team. The amazing [...]]]> by Richard

I think the headline says it all. Today’s my birthday. And my present to me is I’m giving myself the day off. Well, after the next little bit, anyway.

I also share my birthday with my amazing nephew, Crusher. So named because he was the holy terror of his Pop Warner football team. The amazing thing is that he’s not only an athletic monster, but he’s also an academic monster as well. Hmmm. Maybe my sister’s doing something right after all. Happy birthday, Crusher.

See you all on Monday.

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