The Lorax, Dr. Seuss, Dad Blogging & More
The Lorax is one of my favorite Dr. Seuss stories but that wasn’t enough to keep me from falling asleep during the movie. Actually I can’t say that the movie was horrible because the reality is that I was sleep deprived when I went to see it.
I spent more time squirming around my seat than most of the children that were in there, my own included.
Incidentally I have noticed that I can’t watch a movie with the kids without taking a few moments here and there to stare at their faces. I am always curious to see if they are enjoying it. Don’t know about you but I take such pleasure in seeing wide eyed looks and huge smiles upon their faces.
I stare at their eyes and wonder what it is that they see. Sometimes it reminds me of the days before they could speak when I would watch them and wonder what it was they were thinking. I wonder if one day when life is feeling a bit tougher will they look at old Doc Seuss for advice.
Will they find it interesting to know that Dr. Seuss was once a political cartoonist. Maybe yes, maybe no. Not sure that it matters.
Bloggers are like Sneetches
Bloggers are like Sneetches or so I have written on more than a few occasions. Roam around this joint and you’ll find the signs of the man who doesn’t care and the boy who sometimes feels snubbed. Walk around and you’ll see that sometimes I get pissed off for not getting more attention or because I haven’t been picked for XYZ.
But I am not kidding when I say that I don’t do this for but you but for me. We all want validation. We all like being told that we are important and that we mean something to others. People remember how you made them feel and I know that I have left my share of wreckage.
I am not proud of that, well not most of the time. I won’t lie and say that I haven’t been pleased when I know that I have pricked some of you. Doesn’t mean that I am any smarter, stronger, weaker, meaner or any “er” that you can think of. Just means that I am human.
But that is part of the joy of blogging. Part of the reason I do this is sort out the thoughts and feelings that float through my head. As a father it is important to me to figure this crap out because it helps me help my children.
Someone asked me why I write about being a dad blogger but don’t have a tagline that supports that. That is because I am not just a dad blogger and I don’t want to be pigeon holed solely as one.
They told me that you shouldn’t try to be all things to all people and my response was that I am not. Â I am not trying to be all things to all people here either. Maybe I’ll make some changes here. Maybe I’ll adjust how I do things or maybe I won’t. That is not me trying to be adversarial either. I am just not sure that there is a need.
It might be fair to say that with all of the changes taking place in my life I am not ready, willing or interested in focusing on changes here. Might be fair to say that I am not always a big fan of change in general.
But it is also fair to say that I often embrace contradiction. I like change as much as I hate it. What I dislike most is the anticipation about what might happen or what could happen. I don’t like that part at all.
When I fly I hate waiting for take-off. I just want the damn plane to get moving. Â I hate being trapped in my seat. Get us up on the air.
Here at TheJackB the biggest change I am wrestling with is trying to figure out how to fix some of the design issues. I want this place to look sharper than it does. I want it to be cleaner and I want the pages to load faster.
You might see a whole hell of a lot of changes here. You might see me turn this place upside down and inside out. But I suppose that before I do that I ought to do something about getting more sleep. Ought to work on getting more than four hours each night so that I don’t snore my way through the movies.
One more thing, thank you to those who have been here since the beginning and those who have joined along the way. You may not always comment but I see you in my stats and I appreciate the emails and comments on FB. Your presence is noted and appreciated.
Jack has left the building.