The Kindness of Strangers

Well, at work tonight I was feeling proud as punch because I checked my e-mail (from my Razr phone!  Suck it, Steve Jobs!  Wait, I take that back.  I'm sorry you're dead.  And sorry for your friends and family.) and saw that a stranger had left a nice comment on my previous blog post (nice except for the part where he talks about coming upon me), and I also saw that what I thought was a stranger had "favorited" some of my songs on a music sharing website (although it turned out that that "stranger" is actually somebody that I knew from college, so now I don't know whether the "favoriting" was genuine or a courtesy favorite).  But anyway, it's nice to get compliments from people you've never met and who, most likely, you never will meet.

Yesterday me and the missus and our critter packed up and headed out to visit our friends Chris and Anna who live about an hour and a half to the West, and their young son Caleb, who is a mere 2 months older than our Sam.  And let me tell you, if you don't think that two sub-one-year-olds getting together and sniffing around each other and trying to eat each other is cute, then you are a soulless, sourpuss McGrumpy.  If you've ever wondered, "Am I dead inside?," watch this video and you will know:

I applaud Caleb's technique of attacking the eyes first.  I smell a future cage fighter.  Anyway, we had a very nice time meeting Caleb and catching up with Chris and Anna.  Also took a wonderful hike that made my ass hurt in a good way (but not that good), and finished it off with a tasty dinner.  Must make the effort to get out there more often.  P.S.  If you want to see a cute picture of me with two babies, check it out here at Anna's (and her sisters' [one of whom is Katie, the North American Traveller] ) blog.

Here's a funny story, and it's quick:  the other day I told a co-worker that adults shouldn't read comic books and watch superhero movies.  She told me adults shouldn't fart on other people.  Touche'.