Tag archives for Chicken

Monday, December 3, 2007

It's not just teachers

(I'm at work. The phone rings.)

Me: Hello?

The Chicken: Hi, Dad.

Me: Hi, Buddy. What's up?

Chicken: When you come home from work, can you go to the video store and bring home Super Mario Galaxy?

Me: Yeah, I can do that.

Chicken: Thanks, Dad.

Me: You're welcome. So how was school today?

Chicken: Good.

Me: Did you learn anything neat?

Chicken: Um… … um…

Me: Nothing interesting?

Chicken: Ooh, we learned that spider's silk is stronger than steel.

Me: Yeah? That sounds like it was a fun lesson.

Chicken: Yeah, it was. I know you told me that it was stronger than steel but I didn't believe you. Now that my teacher said it, I believe it.

Me: heh. Is that so?

Chicken: Yeah.

Me: You know, grown-ups who aren't teachers know things too.

Chicken: Um. Yeah. I guess so.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Quote of the day

Quote of the day: "Pull my finger! Come on, pull my finger! Please? Ok, I'll pull my own finger."

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Super Mario Galaxy

The Chicken is playing Super Mario Galaxy. That damn Princess is always getting her Japanimated ass into trouble.

Lollipop?

(We're sitting around the living room, each doing our own thing. Out of the blue…)

The Chicken: I love you, Dad.

Me: I love you too, Buddy.

Chicken: I'd love you more if you gave me a lollipop.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Late Saturday morning

(On the couch playing video games)

The Chicken: Hey Dad?

Me: Hey Chicken.

Chicken: You know what my favorite pet would be?

Me: Dunno. What?

Chicken: A monkey.

Me: Named "Goof?"

Chicken: Yeah, a monkey named Goof. Do you think that would be cool?

Me: Dunno. Maybe.

(pause)

Chicken: With a nacho hat.

Me: A monkey named Goof with a nacho hat?

Chicken: Yeah. But not to eat, just to wear. Do you think that would be cool?

Me: Dunno. Maybe.

(pause)

Chicken: Hey Dad?

Me: Hey Chicken.

Chicken: I like our Saturdays together.

Me: Me too, Buddy.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Quote of the day

Quote of the day: "Ahh! Scary man took my cheese!"

Friday, October 26, 2007

Good gift, bad gift

I got my first Christmas present of the year last night. Little early? Yeah. But some people are really impatient. (Like me.)

The Bunny and The Chicken went shopping yesterday and Chicken found something he decided I absolutely had to have. He was all set to save it for Christmas. That lasted about 30 minutes. He was SO excited to get my reaction and for me to start enjoying it right now.

So, with a touch of ceremony in taking it out of the bag (Clark W. Griswold would have asked for a drumroll, but that's just not how we roll), it was revealed to be a snow globe. A snow globe? He thought I'd like this? Then I saw what was in the globe.

Image: penguin snow globe

 
Aw! How cute. He knows I loves me some penguins, and the parent and child image is so sweet. That is a pretty good gift. Unlike what my Sister gave me for my birthday.

Image: Hannah Montana books

 
It's not a bad gift. Not at all. Really, is there any such thing as a bad gift? My point is that those books are a gift designed to yank my chain. It's the kind of gift that really hits on "the joy of giving," and she certainly did enjoy giving them. The little shit.

And since the subject has been broached… yes, I like Hannah Montana. The tv show can be retarded, but I think she's as cute as a button (and Emily Osment is even cuter). Plus, the music is actually pretty good. As soon as you're done judging me over this, you should give it a listen.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

That's my boy

(Last Friday) (I know, I've been lazy, shut up!)

The Chicken: Hey Dad?

Me: Hey Chicken.

Chicken: Do you know how the gas makes the car go?

Me: Yes.

Chicken: Will you tell me?

Me: It's kind of long. Are you going to pay attention?

Chicken: Yes.

Me: Ok. You know how we put the gas into the gas tank, right?

Chicken: Yes.

Me: There's a pump, the fuel pump, that pulls the gas out of the tank and through the fuel line up to the engine.

In the engine the gas goes into the fuel injectors where it's mixed with ordinary air. See, the car runs on air with a little gasoline added. It's about 14:1 air to gas and it's called the "fuel/air mixture."

From there the mixture goes into the cylinders, where combustion happens. Cars are "four stroke" engines, meaning that each piston has four states.

The first is intake, where the piston drops down and creates vacuum pressure to pull the mixture into the cylinder.

Then the valves at the top of the cylinder close and the second stroke begins: compression. The piston moves up to squeeze the mixture.

The third is the power stroke. The spark plug will create, well… a spark inside the cylinder. This makes a little explosion as the mixture ignites. The piston is forced downward, creating all the energy of the engine.

The fourth is exhaust, where the other valve at the top of the cylinder opens and the piston moves up to push out the leftover gases from the power stroke.

Each of the pistons is connected at the bottom to a rod called the cam shaft. The movement of each piston is linked to all the others. When one piston is moving down, another is being pushed up. The little explosion from one piston's power stroke creates the force used in another piston's compression stroke. All of the pistons firing together create a continuous rotation on the cam shaft.

The cam shaft runs into the transmission where a series of gears will adjust how the motion of the cam shaft is used, like different gears on a bicycle.

Different cars do the next part in different ways, but basically the transmission connects to the axle and turns the rotation of the cam shaft into rotation of the axle. The wheels are connected to the axle, so when that turns the car rolls down the road.

(pause)

Me: You understand?

(pause)

Me: Chicken?

Chicken: Oh, sorry, I wasn't listening. Tell me again.

 

(Tuesday night)

Chicken: Mom?

Bunny: Yeah?

Chicken: Do my nails look girly?

Bunny: Your finger nails?

Chicken: Yeah.

Bunny: Lemme see.

(He shows her)

Bunny: They're getting long. They do look a little girly. We should trim those when we get home. Will you remind me to trim your nails when we're at home?

Chicken: I don't want my nails trimmed! How am I going to scratch myself?

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Hey, where is everyone?

The Chicken and I were first to the bus stop this morning, which always fills me with panic that we might have missed the bus, but 'twas not so.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Better stand clear

Watching The Chicken descend on a bag of Doritos is much like watching a hawk snatch a field mouse. It's best viewed from a safe distance.