:)

A domestic baby bunny appeared in our window well 😉
 
He scurried away from Nem and she couldn’t manage to hold him, and when I got him and put him in her arms, he clawed to try to cling to me, his breathing very rapid and irises contracted in terror. We took the bunny inside and awoke Mago and put the bunny on the bed–and the bunny went right to him and nuzzled up against him as to a Mother.

🙂

🙂

Worms2 video game

I played an artillery game variant, Worms2, when I was a kid, with my family, a lot. This is a very fun and entertaining game. I kept an .iso (disc image file) of it lo these long ages, and a few days ago I installed it from that image and played it with “Mago” (11yo at this writing). We could not get the game to run without putting a music CD in the drive; I remembered the game was coded to only run if its disc was in the CD-ROM (and for some reason it wasn’t recognizing the mounted image). I also remembered we used to put in any random music CD in the CD-ROM drive, and it would function okay that way, only playing whatever music happened to be on the CD instead of the music tracks burned on the original game disc. We would play to the “BRAVEHEART” score or whatever else.

The only music CD we had handy at this game revival now was chamber orchestral arrangements of sacred hymns. So we fired virtual bazookas and super banana bombs at each other to these.

Notes on the door from Ussins

Transcribed; Note 1: Please, let us know your’e leaving before exiting your dwelling. [I don’t know who wrote that note; I suspect “Mago” did. I’ll ask my kids, and leave it a mystery to you.] Note 2: Dear Moma, I love you as much as a baby bunny, but please don’t forget the hats. Love, [“Nem-nem”].

One more note to follow in another post, later.

Note 1: Please, let us know your'e leaving before exiting your dwelling. [I don't know who wrote that note. I'll ask my kids, and leave it a mystery to you.] Note 2: Dear Moma, I love you as much as a baby bunny, but please don't forget the hats. Love, [Nem-nem].
Notes on the door from Ussins (front door notes 1 and 2)
Transcribed: Please, let us know your'e leaving before exiting your dwelling.
Notes on the door from Ussins, front door note 1
Transcribed: Dear Moma, I love you as much as a baby bunny, but please don't forget the hats. Love, [Nem-nem].
Notes on the door from Ussins, front door note 2

SAD BANANAS ON THE FRENCH TOAST LINES (looped 3x) | Weird Song #1 (video, with original art)

By “Mago,” age WHAT?! As I write this. 11 years old. YouTube URL to video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgCEiO0XryQ&feature=youtu.be

Original scratch project at: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/117727728/

Screen captured / ffmpeg encoded/looped by yours truly. You may download the video using this link.

LUK SMARTUR, Bea dumbor: silly artwork by Mago

I hope that syndicated copies of this blog post show the image inline. If not, click the link to the original post (at home.ussins.org/~) to see the image. To show the larger, original image, you may then click the image in the blog post.

Mago’s misspellings in the caption are deliberate.

Silly artwork by "Mago," with deliberately misspelled caption: "LUK SMARTUR bea dumbor - Brain injection; swell your brian"
Silly artwork by “Mago,” with deliberately misspelled caption: “LUK SMARTUR bea dumbor – Brain injection; swell your brian”

New Stupid Joke Form: Because We Don’t Have One

Mago: Where’s my blue coat?
Me: It’s not in the knife display case, because we don’t have one. But if we did, I’d totally put it in the knife display case. After I stabbed it, over and over and over again.
Mago: Dad, I’m in a hurry, and you’re being silly!
Me: Hm, it’s not here–wait, is this it?
Mago: Yes.
Me: It’s not in the volcano, because we don’t have a volcano. But if we did, I’d totally throw it in the volcano. It’s not in my pants, because I don’t have any pants. But if I did . . . I’d totally put it in my pants.

Edward Turbo Hall–no, this is not a baby announcement

After admiring a tortoise at the City’s (excellent!) “Sciencepalooza”, Mago decided to buy one with his birthday money. Tortoises are too expensive though, so we found a red-eared slider (turtle) locally in an online listing.

I thought a turtle would be less entertaining. Not this one.

“Turbo” is the name the original owners gave him because he deftly swims around. “Edward” and “Hall” are Mago’s additions. I’m now reconsidering my Mother’s caution (which I never shared) at naming our dog Moses (how I miss that dog!) particularly seeing we have an ancestor by that name. So, yeah . . . Cousin . . . meet your, uh, turtle namesake.

Turbo energetically fights his reflection in the glass (lighting conditions make it an excellent mirror–) apparently another turtle from his point of view.

Just now I’ve found that when I play music, Turbo stands up, pokes his head out of the water, and stays there.

He’s very young.

(And no, I wouldn’t name any child “Turbo.”)

Mago’s idea: frighten people with a pop-up cardboard osterich in a doorway and sound effects. Me: “He’s into fitness. ‘Osterrreeetch..'”