View From the Bushes

You ever have one of those days where you go from one crisis to the next? That's the kind of day I had at my "real" job (both my wife and father are sure to remind me that the job I spend my days at is the "real" job, lest I suffer from the delusion that I can make my living full-time as a publisher of D20 adventures). I think one of the most galling things is that having had this hellish day, it's nearly impossible to explain why it was so bad.

When I say, "We were getting a 500 error when the web server tried to bridge over to the Crystal Enterprise Server because the authentication had been hard-coded," my wife looks at me with a screaming baby in her arms, a petulant toddler clutching her leg, a preschooler with a permanent marker mustache in the background and a kindergardener on her lap trying to sound out "Brobdingnagian" (my daughter has a thing for Swift -- that's the last time I try to explain a Yahoo commercial) with a look that says "And?"

I was back on Snopes the other day and they mentioned that some Cable TV Urban Legends show had repeated as true a Snopes story which was in their Lost Legends section. All of the stories in the Lost Legend section are designed to be so implausible that you can tell they're untrue just by reading them. Some of the things I've said are that same way. For example, the idea that my six year old daughter enjoys reading Gulliver's Travels. Though we have made her read "A Modest Proposal" just to keep her on her toes...

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Ross