Entry tags:
- games,
- geekery,
- hypnagogie,
- kids,
- socializing,
- tv
The first hit is free
One of the great joys of interacting with loved ones? Instilling them with soul-crushing addictions that will haunt them for the remainders of their anguished lives. To wit:
* While on Kid Patrol for the weekend, Girl-child started humming a tune that sounded remarkably like Sousa's "Liberty Bell March," a.k.a. the "Monty Python's Flying Circus Theme Song." Naturally I joined in, which got me an odd stare, especially when I got to the foot-squish raspberry bit at the end. Turned out that she was in fact making it up as she went, and just happened to ITM a reasonable facsimile to the march (where "ITM" = "Infinite Typing Monkeys"). So being a geek father, I sat the kidlings down with the opening credits, followed by Parrot Sketch, then Ministry of Silly Walks, then Restaurant Sketch.... I know, I know, bad parental influence, but really, this part of their education should have started in infancy, which leaves me doing cleanup now.
* On Saturday, with kids still in tow, I showed up at the Game and Craft Day hosted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fiddle_dragon, zeyr and wired_lizard. The kids, having roughly the attention span of a Chihuahua on a double mocha java, soon found themselves bored, at which point fiddle_dragon came to the rescue with an offer to teach them how to sew a pillow. Girl-child finished hers in no time, then demanded a Ben Franklin's run for more fabric and batting, managing to kill off a second pillow by bedtime, which she immediately slept with. It's all downhill from here.
* Speaking of Game and Craft Day, I finally managed tobully talk figmentj into sitting in on a game of Dominion. Conventional wisdom said that she'd play a game, maybe not be too bored with it, but most importantly put my cajoling to rest once and for all. Instead, halfway through her game (we had enough cards for two simultaneous rounds), she wheeled around to glare at me with malice and implied stabby threats. An accusatory finger pointed in my direction. "By the way? I hate you."
It took me a moment to understand what she meant. "Ohhh, you're totally hooked, aren't you?"
"HATE. Haaaaaate." At which point she reshuffled and carried on. Ah, love, believe me, I know. Been there.
* On Saturday night, I showed the kidlings a few episodes of The Muppet Show. On Sunday afternoon, we ate dinner while Girl-Child punched up every Swedish Chef clip she could find on YouTube, one after the other. I've created a monster.
* While on Kid Patrol for the weekend, Girl-child started humming a tune that sounded remarkably like Sousa's "Liberty Bell March," a.k.a. the "Monty Python's Flying Circus Theme Song." Naturally I joined in, which got me an odd stare, especially when I got to the foot-squish raspberry bit at the end. Turned out that she was in fact making it up as she went, and just happened to ITM a reasonable facsimile to the march (where "ITM" = "Infinite Typing Monkeys"). So being a geek father, I sat the kidlings down with the opening credits, followed by Parrot Sketch, then Ministry of Silly Walks, then Restaurant Sketch.... I know, I know, bad parental influence, but really, this part of their education should have started in infancy, which leaves me doing cleanup now.
* On Saturday, with kids still in tow, I showed up at the Game and Craft Day hosted by
fiddle_dragon, zeyr and wired_lizard. The kids, having roughly the attention span of a Chihuahua on a double mocha java, soon found themselves bored, at which point fiddle_dragon came to the rescue with an offer to teach them how to sew a pillow. Girl-child finished hers in no time, then demanded a Ben Franklin's run for more fabric and batting, managing to kill off a second pillow by bedtime, which she immediately slept with. It's all downhill from here.* Speaking of Game and Craft Day, I finally managed to
figmentj into sitting in on a game of Dominion. Conventional wisdom said that she'd play a game, maybe not be too bored with it, but most importantly put my cajoling to rest once and for all. Instead, halfway through her game (we had enough cards for two simultaneous rounds), she wheeled around to glare at me with malice and implied stabby threats. An accusatory finger pointed in my direction. "By the way? I hate you."It took me a moment to understand what she meant. "Ohhh, you're totally hooked, aren't you?"
"HATE. Haaaaaate." At which point she reshuffled and carried on. Ah, love, believe me, I know. Been there.
* On Saturday night, I showed the kidlings a few episodes of The Muppet Show. On Sunday afternoon, we ate dinner while Girl-Child punched up every Swedish Chef clip she could find on YouTube, one after the other. I've created a monster.