Ready, set, build! I don't know that every Lego set I have to build has to be of the 1,500- to 2,500-piece level, but... OK. Yeah, it helps. Here's a final montage for your brick-clicking pleasure: of the Lego Porsche 911 set I chose as a reward for completing a marathon last year. I opted... Continue Reading →
Midlife Fantasy Included Probably the first toy I collected was Hot Wheels. By the time I was 5 or 6, I had a few dozen of the mini diecast cars, and I'd send them zipping around the red linoleum of our kitchen floor, or winding up the ramps or down the elevator of our prized... Continue Reading →
What’s more fun than your friends rowing up in a canoe to your secluded cabin and drinking all your coffee (scotch) and maxing out your couch space? Putting together a 2,300-piece Lego set instead. Blocking Time I never had proper Lego sets as a kid. Now, I don’t mean that any other way than literally.... Continue Reading →
Three Electric Toothbrushes: Dadtritus Alert Is it just me, or do most Dads mow through toothbrushes with our mighty molars at a pace that leaves them buzzing and stuttering in our wake? To wit: at last count, I had not one, not two, but three Philips Sonicare models of various vintage standing sentry on my... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Multiple Christmas Trees Is it just me, or do you, too, have a backup to your main Christmas tree gathering dust in your basement, or attic, or wherever you stuff backup Christmas trees? And is there a backup to your backup? And backups to that one, too? I suppose there's some logic to... Continue Reading →
Online Watch Scams: Don't Get Your Crown Screwed Cue up "Kerry Pomo" and sing along to our spammy carol:    I'm beginning to see a lot of watch scams    on my Facebook feed    flimsy cases and empty dials    clueless people are posting smiles    and the only... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus: On the Road and On My Wrist This blog has been on a bit of hiatus as work and family and, well, just life has conspired against my healthy outlet, ruminating on the perfectly grilled meal, ridding myself -- virtually -- of a stack or two of dadtritus, poking fun at myself for the... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Two Dozen Ballcaps Cue the Jeff Foxworthy voice: If you've got more than zero ballcaps imprinted with the name of a resort or vacation destination, and you consider these nice enough to go out to a restaurant in... yoooooouuuuu might be suffering from dadtritus. If you've got your ballcaps separated into sweat-stained-lawnmowing caps... Continue Reading →
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