Greetings! Sorry for the absence, but puzzles and quests had me in their steely grip. Pokemon Diamond arrived today, so I wouldn't expect a return to the daily schedule we had going on for those wonderful two weeks last month. Oh the glorious days of regular content, will we ever see your bright, shining face again?
The title of this post refers to the fact that I've invited my Xbox 360 to blog along with me. You can read his blog over at 360Voice.com. I'll be commenting on his posts, and occasionally I'll let him post over here. He can't talk about everything over there, as he has to play by their rules, but I have a feeling he'll figure out a way to get his message out.
I'm working on a larger post about kids for later in the week, but until then, enjoy this first in an occasional series I like to call...
Conversations With a Four Year Old
Half of southern Georgia is currently on fire, and Sunday the winds were from the south, so the metro Atlanta area smelled like smoke and had a slight haze to it. As we were all going out to the car to get ready to the grocery store, Linda and I were talking about how it smelled like smoke. We pick up the conversation as we were driving out of the neighborhood.
Ben: I don't see anything burning.
Me: Well, something is burning, because it smells like smoke.
Ben: No, I don't see anything burning.
Me: Just because you don't see something doesn't mean that it isn't there. It smells like smoke, so something is burning even though you can't see it.
Linda: Just like how sometimes you can see a plane or a helicopter, but sometimes you can only hear the plane or the helicopter. Just because you can't see the helicopter, it doesn't mean that it isn't there.
Ben: We're riding in a helicopter!
Me: Dude, you just totally lost that argument.
Ah children, will their wonders ever cease?
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Apparently my 360 is an anti-social bitch. I can't comment on her posts.
You need to register for the forums and then go into the Blog Settings and turn comments on. It's kind of odd how they allow it, but hey, it's free.
Come on, let him ride in his helicopter! I used to fly as my father drove all the time and I turned out to be a stable member of society....I think.
You have to hook up a joystick to his car chair now, you know this!
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