... but only to share some tunes.

Check out http://marvelouslyweird.muxtape.com, yo.

Of course, I'm still over-posting at http://marvelouslyweird.tumblr.com, as well.

Sitting at my computer is kinda rough right now, as I'm currently looking at my 60-something male neighbor in the kitchen grinding and basically dry-humping one of his cohabitants in his kitchen. Mine eyes hath been scarred, so I'm putting the blinds down.

Ugh.

EDIT EDIT ADDED STUFF:

Pulling the blinds and pouring a beer helped erase the vile images of simulated old people sex from my retinas, and I remembered I had a few more things of note:

1) Neuterationing complete. I'm shooting blanks now!

2) Kid pics, heh:

Landon (Popeye?) wants to be a fireman.

Drayke has moved on to considering a stint as an astronaut.

Dear LiveJournal,

I like you. I really do. We've been together a long time now, and I've got a great backlog of memories to call up through you. I like to read from my friends list and comment on the musings of others. Unfortunately, however, I feel that you've become a clumsy, tiresome method of expressing my thoughts.

It's not you, LiveJournal. It's me. I've changed and become the kind of guy who wants to quickly and efficiently post a handful of things all individually at various points of the day, not just all in one big glob of a post that never ends up being written because - well, because I have to save everything to post at once and then I just don't wind up with the time to scribble it all down.

On a conventional business level, LiveJournal, I'd like to continue my relationship with you. I'd like to browse my archives and read my friends list and make comments, and generally continue on with the more passive aspects of my relationship with you. What I won't be doing, however, LiveJournal, is posting much here.

You see, LiveJournal, I met a new friend called tumblr. I can't say that tumblr is any better or worse than you, LiveJournal, but this new friend of mine does allow me to post so many things so much easier and faster that I can't help but be swayed. Also, there are no comments with tumblr. You can 'follow' selected tumblogs and have others follow you, but there are no friends lists or anything. All in all, it feels more free, fun, honest and with far less strings attached.

We're still friends, LiveJournal. I'm just going to be baring my weirdness elsewhere now in shorter, more concentrated bursts -- and due to the ease of things, probably with more pictures, as well.

http://marvelouslyweird.tumblr.com/

Yup. Marvelously Weird. Mark it down, folks. The content's been there on a pretty regular basis since late last week.

So long and thanks for all the fish, LiveJournal! I'll be back to check my friends list later today!

... we'll be making more of the Autism Awareness pins (or, as Drayke's called them today, the "I love Drayke" pins, heh) over the rest of the week and the weekend, most likely, so if anyone's interested in having one/wearing one/etc, feel free to drop a comment here or send your mailing address to derfsucks at gmail dot com. Our design has changed a bit - the round The Wife finished this afternoon are just the puzzle pieces without ribbons, but I'm sure we'll be switching back and forth on that as we do more. Drayke's also taken it upon himself to seal a lot of them with kisses as the Drayke Seal of Approval. We've got a small cache of padded envelopes at the house, so it's really not a big deal to get some of these bad boys out.

Here's to a great Wednesday night for everyone reading!

... and April is Autism Awareness Month. As most/all of you should know by now, my four-year-old son Drayke was diagnosed as autistic in December of 2007. Anyone who has met him/spoken with him can state that while he is indeed quirky and a bit strange sometimes (though I prefer the term 'marvelously weird'), he is also one of the most loving, caring, intelligent children the world could ever care to meet. I consider myself utterly blissed out and blessed to have a child who experiences the world just a little differently than the rest of us, because it constantly reminds my wife and I (as well as his little brother Landon) how much fun and wonder there will always be in the world, no matter who a person is or how many years they've been around.

Wife got a rad idea to make some homemade Autism Awareness pins for the month to help spread the word and, hopefully, get people interested in learning more about the very diverse condition tabbed as autism, as well as neighboring conditions such as Asperger's Syndrome. CNN is running autism-themed programming for a full 24 hours today in honor of World Autism Awareness Day, and I've found a good amount of stories about families learning how to best handle diagnoses of autism pervading the media in the past week or so.

Anyways, we had some issues with glue not holding well last night, so we've gotta get a hot glue gun today to finish the rest of the batch - but here's the pin my wife made for me last night:

As always, click on the pic for a bigger image. The piece represents the 'puzzling' nature of autism, as not much is known about causes of the condition - also, while some cases of autism are similar, it would be above and beyond rare for cases to be identical, making those who are autistic similar to puzzle pieces in that respect. The bright colors (we made red, yellow, blue and green pieces) represent the bright nature and charisma that individuals with autism show - and man alive, that's certainly the case with Drayke.

Well, if you read this, thanks a lot! This afternoon I'll try to drop some links about where to look for information on autism/Asperger's, etc - for now, though, I've got work to do. Toodles, all!

Watching Revenge of the Nerds on HBO at 10:00 p.m. on a Monday night is awesome - especially when it was my wife's idea to leave it on.

Click the pic for a bigger version. Drayke took a book with a picture of a jar of jellybeans so that he could show the Easter Bunny an exact picture of what he wanted in his basket on Sunday. Landon just kept cuddling and hugging the Bunny, heh.

This is where I show off my usually furrowed away political side.

Denver Short on Funds for Democratic National Convention
Mayor Hickenlooper thinks extended nomination process has distracted potential donors

Y'argh. We're no better than Detroit.

The subject matter of this is the title of a song I still really like by the 80's Canadian metal (hair metal? rock?) band Kick Axe -- c'mon, leighton, I know you remember them. They were no Helix, but they were rad all the same. Anyways, I admittedly like the tunes "Dreamin' About You" and "Vices" much better, but those song titles wouldn't fit the subject of this entry.

Actually, the correct title would be "Alive and Neutered" but no one to my knowledge sings a song by that title, heh. Things were painless last week and I don't think I actually ever even qualified as uncomfortable (unless one counts the frozen produce I kept in my lap for a few days - that was a bit chilly, heh). I did, however, pick up an AWFUL cold that managed to keep me out of work this Monday, as well - basically giving me what amounted to a six-day weekend from work. Well, I couldn't really play with the kids or do anything around the house, so it wasn't much of a weekend, but still, I had great downtime and rest. Somehow, though, I still came back to work exhausted. Stupid life has to be so draining all the time ... Gah.

I think folks on my friends list should write me one interesting thing about themselves/their weekend/their past week or whatever in the comments of this page, simply so I can grasp at some conversational topics while I'm shoveling through work and trying to organize the disturbing number of misplaced files on my work Mac.

Derf hath survived doth neuterationing.

Not **nearly** as uncomfortable/painful as I'd drawn conclusions too, but I'm still supposed to be on 'don't do anything' detail for a few days.

Life is good.

T-Minus four hours and twenty minutes until I get neutered today!

This one only counts as '3 1/2' because it's an extension of the Care Bear discussion.

After extended conversation since Sunday night, it's been determined that the best possible belly image for Fail Bear would be a Care Bear paw holding an empty ice cream cone, with the ice cream itself sitting on the ground next to the cone.

HOWEVER, The Wife is the GRANDE WINNAR of all that is the world today for declaring that someone should create Teenage Statistic Bear with the belly badge image of an oven with a bun cooking inside of it. I still haven't stopped giggling at that, and my sides are hurting.

(Would 'Teenage Statistic Bear' count as a Bad Idea Bear? I'm looking at my resident Avenue Q fanatic to help discern that one)

Saturday night, The Wife and I were discussing Drayke and Landon's recent obsession with the Care Bears. We got to the point that in all of our slap-happiness, we talked about who we would be if people had Care Bear names.

Thusly, The Wife hath deemed me 'Fail Bear'.

Dave Clark Five Singer Dead of Pnuemonia at 64

... and only TWO FUCKING WEEKS before the band gets inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ... That's just fucking cruel.

Levelgame


... and because of that, I needed to visit Garfield Minus Garfield ...