The Dorton clan celebrated Thanksgiving with more-than-usual cheer yesterday. We received news that Daniel and Wendy's baby has arrived and they are off even as we speak to pick him up. We are very excited to welcome William Jackson Dorton to the family. We'll certainly need to arrange for William and Abigail to be best friends!
Happy Thanksgiving.
A while back, I mentioned that my dreamed-up software company caught the attention of credit card companies and banks across the United States. It has been getting better, and funnier, since then. I suppose one might consider placing my dream company's title in our DNS record to be a subtle and superb marketing strategy...
Our latest client: Smith's Food & Drug Stores. We received in the mail today a letter asking Having trouble deciding what to give your employees or clients this holiday season? We have the perfect answer. The answer? A Smith's Gift Certificate or Gift Card; it's the ideal gift.
Now, I cannot argue with the simple truth that a Gift Card is an ideal gift. A gift card from one of my old college jobs came as a real life-saver one Christmas. However, considering that the name K-B-Rimington Productions was made public only by my DNS record, I am thoroughly stunned to receive this kind of solicitation by none other than Smith's.
Sigh.
I suppose it will never end. At any rate, it's a jolly joke!
It has been a long-standing habit of mine to sing made-up songs at random throughout the day. My lyrics gradually improved from "I love Delores...I love Delores...I love Delores" to more sophisticated compositions such as "I really, really, really, really, really love Delores".
I was holding Abigail, singing about how happy we were to be a family when she started singing along! She was cooing and puckering her lips as she sang with adorable discord. I felt so happy I could burst. She is a delightful young woman, ready to play stick-out-your-tongue games at a moment's notice. What could a new dad want more?
I feel very lucky to be a dad. At any rate, I'm off to go sing in our little family choir.
We were surprised a week or so ago to receive a credit card offer from Capital One. A credit card offer, you say? This was not just any credit card offer. It was addressed to K B Rimington Productions, Attn: Keith Rimington.
I wondered: How did they know I dream of having a software business called K-B-Rimington Productions? The offer read, Congratulations on your new company. As near as I could tell, the phrase only existed meaningfully in the intro movie of the Battleship game I wrote for a college assignment.
I was doing some account management on our DNS when it came to me. When we set up kbrimington.net, I was particularly daydreamy. I registered the account under K-B-Rimington Productions and listed myself as the contact. That must be how Capital One found me.
Sneaky fellas, aren't they?
In June, we planted our own flowerpot garden. We enjoyed watching all the little plants grow. I also came to realize that chives are a kind of onion. That meant that the pot that was half onions and half chives...yeah, it was all chives.
At length, we harvested our crop. We had enough onion to garnish one salad, and enough basil for one pot of something basil-ly. We were richly rewarded for our vigilance. My shoulders still ache from the effort.
We spent the weekend with the Dorton clan to view the General Conference of our church. After dinner on Sunday, I was playing with the nieces and nephews. The game: Let's pretend Keith is a monster and sneak past him. I lumbered around like an overgrown ape, each niece and nephew skirting by just out of reach.
In the best monster voice I could muster I cried out, "I eat little Dortons!"
Then Erick, like a prince among his subjects, strides past me declaring, "I'm not a little Dorton. I'm a Romero. You can't eat me!"
He showed me.
We were visiting my parent's home today while they shared marvelous photographs of their trip to Scotland. One short video was of a group of dancers. Upon seeing the video, Justin remarked:
"That's just like Lord of the Rings... Lord of the Flies... no... Lord of the Dance!"
