Franklin magic one more once

This week I received end-of-year metrics on the podcast, for the most part confirming suspicions garnered through casual observation.

Among other things the top three downloaded episodes this entire season (there are 51 total as of today) all feature my only guest and only child, Franklin O. from Sterling.

I figured he’d be at least 25 before he started to outshine me everywhere he went.

I was off by a few decades.

Well, when you can’t beat ’em, put ’em on the podcast.

Exhibit A? Today’s episode.

Live from the classroom

This is it. Today’s the day. Today’s the day Mr. O’Connell brings in his keyboard and turns math class into a music hall.

It’s gotten to be less and less of a secret the greater the number of years I’ve done it but the kids still say it beats fractions and equations.

So does broccoli, but music is more fun.

New blog hits Internet!

I thought I was pretty cool when, at the age of 18, I started my first blog.

My son beat me to it by nearly a decade.

Yes, Franklin’s got his own blog now, devoted to delicious foods and restaurant reviews, of course.

Not bad for a nine-year-old.

It’s called Franklin’s Food Review, and there’s a link to it at the top of this page.

Or, you can click here.

Bon appetit!

Three lists

Probably the most famous single list in the world is the Ten Commandments.

Just one list, 10 things.

Santa Claus maintains two lists, naughty and nice, updating them continuously.

Me? I’ve got three lists: Christmas list, Christmas card list, and my life goal list, referred to now as my “living list.”

I update that one continuously too.

And for a further explanation, check out today’s episode of Math and Musings.

Changing of the guard

When the next edition of 365 Movies drops (c. 2028) I’m replacing Christmas Vacation with 8-Bit Christmas.

Yes, Christmas Vacation is a classic, but damn 8-Bit Christmas is the story of my life. Seriously, even the dates line up and everything. It was Christmas ’88 that I fell in love with Nintendo and became obsessed with getting one after playing it… nay, experiencing it at a friend’s house. (It was actually my cousins’ place.) I begged my parents for six months and then… magic.

And I still have it.

And 35 years later I’m telling my son the story of how it all happened. And playing those games with him.

And watching movies like 8-Bit Christmas.

Thank you, Oreoification

The H.B. Reese Candy Company was established in 1923 by Harry Burnett Reese in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Mr. Reese had been a shipping foreman for one Milton Hershey, then left his position to start his own candy company and, five years later, developed the signature “cup” which bears his name.

All told there are probably a hundred different variations of the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. From miniature to King Size and thin to Big Cup, there are also trees and hearts, and various fillings, including but not limited to potato chips, pretzel bits, and cereal puffs.

Yeah, they’ve done the Oreoification bit.

And in classic fashion, all of these variations are… almost as good as the original.

Until now.

Enter Caramel Reese’s. Or should I say reenter, as various sources claim such a product existed in certain markets the past decade or two.

I had one for the first time yesterday.

I don’t think I can ever go back.

Dammit, Caramel Reese’s! You’ve ruined the regular cup for me now.

Okay, time to stock up before these things disappear.

Let them be young

Holiday festivities this season have centered around striking a balance between what I can and cannot allow my nine-year-old son to experience. For example, 8-Bit Christmas? Yeah, he can handle that. South Park Christmas? Not so much.

It’s not that I don’t think he’ll get it. I worry he’ll get it a little too well.

Bloom’s off the rose with Santa Claus; there are only so many things left to keep sacred.

My new sparring partner

In my front yard these days I have an eight-foot-tall inflatable Santa Claus. Every morning I wrestle with it for 20 minutes or so getting it upright and balanced properly. If you’ve ever seen an episode of Family Guy where Peter is fighting the chicken it’s kind of like that.

Needless to say my Santa Claus is not very jolly. And for an old fat guy he fights pretty good.