Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Weekend Celebration – Part One

Friday Night.

The family and I are kicking off our weekend of all things Whovian.

For tonight we have:

Dinner:

Kronkburgers and Gallifries with Sonic Screwdrivers (non-alcoholic for the kiddies)

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A viewing of “An Adventure In Space and Time” followed by all four episodes of “The Three Doctors” – The 10th Anniversary special.

Great Fun.

#SaveTheDay

To Serve and Protect….and answer 911 misdials….

Yeah so I’m sure we’ve all had an experience reference in today’s title.

My five year old got a hold of his oldest brothers phone and played around with it.

A few minutes later, my thirteen yr old came in to the living room freaking out because the police were on the phone.

They arrived on scene as per protocol about 7 minutes later, and the sight of my wee one in tears gave them a bit of a chuckle. They nicely and warmly asked him to be careful in the future and wished us a good night.

The system isn’t perfect, but I’d rather have it this way then not at all.

Winds and Sails…..

Parenting and the digital age. Ugh.

No one ever said regular parenting was easy.

These days, the task of nurturing our young is significantly enhanced. So much so that it can knock the proverbial wind out of your sails.

Our kids are growing up faster. Navigating their tech-savvy, social network-dominated existence is almost like watching an alien soap opera.

Sure, we grew up with the first instances of the information age, but it didn’t command and define our personalities and demeanor.

There is so much more exposure to a variety of electronic elements. The language, the tone, the intent – it all hinges on the momentary impulse that emanates from their finger tips, like electricity pulsing through a circuit.

What we say matters. How we say it, even more so. And as always,
our audience plays the biggest role.

Its easy to forget that this reality is common place for our kids.

That the new paradigm is not new. Their ability to bob and weave the jabs and uppercuts thrown by their digital peers is as much a survival technique as making fire or reading the sun.

But sometimes, they misstep. They fumble. They make mistakes.

And it is still our job to catch them. To help them help themselves, and to point out the lesson they need to learn.

We are all only human.

Winds of change will blow. Other sails will unfurl. And our kids will be challenged as parents, in ways we can’t even conceive.

The only difference is they are the first generation where everyone else is listening.

Let’s teach them to craft their voice with care, thoughtfulness and compassion. They are our legacy; our lasting imprint on the genetic memory of our species.

Late Night Serenade

Ah, night time.

The persuasive lull of the twilight hour. The quiet hum of the late shift shifting. The soft glow from the amber caution light.

The only issue I have with being a night owl is my inconvenient pangs for cheeseburgers once I’m comfortably tucked in.

Mmmmm. Cheeseburgers.

Well, that’s just like your opinion, man……

I should just keep my mouth shut.

Listen.

I have this bizarre notion that people deserve truth.

Perhaps this is the last remaining glimmer of my twenty-something idealism, desperately clinging to life at the edge of a raw nerve.

I honestly believe that my doing anything less than be truthful with you is a disservice.

And that doesn’t jive with me.

You see, I can take you being angry with me.

Feel the need to voice your opinion? Go ahead!

Wanna chuck a burning toaster at my head? Why not?

Perhaps a conveniently located Plymouth moving forwards and backwards over my right foot will provide the necessary relief from tension, gained by my heartfelt but straightforward offering?

Knock yourself the fuck out.

Because I am a big boy. And I have big boy shoulders. And big boy pants to accommodate my big boy balls. And all of these attributes afford me the confidence, the wherewithal and the consideration to respect you enough to not yank your fucking chain. Even if it means hurting your feelings a little bit.

It does you no good. And it does me no good.

No matter what anyone ever says or ever feels about what you do, say or think, they should always be willing to admit that you were always honest.

And that you always knew where your towel was.