May 27, 2010

Thrilling

The Ma‘ema‘e A+ after school program just had their annual family fun night.

Lily stole the show with her zombi-licious Michael Jackson moves.






Jake was cool and let lily wear his leather jacket which completed the ensemble.

She most certainly does not get her dancing prowess from her old man. Shudder.

I've found a kindred soul in Stephen Fry. Great podcast btw.

May 25, 2010

Submariners

For years Charley has been telling us how cool the Atlantis submarine off of Waikiki is, and with the Boy Scout coupon book the price is totally awesome.



So we caught the tender by the Hilton Hawaiian and cruised out to meet the sub



Which was off in the middle of the ocean



Grandpa Gene looking sea worthy though highly charged with static electricity



Zach and Jake plotting their course



Up by the cockpit - note depth gauge at left. We did go a LITTLE deeper. Like down to 105' - way cool.

Saw a spotted eagle ray, some turtles, lots of fish. No sharks though.



An artificial reef down at the bottom. My fish pictures were pretty lame, but a really amazing experience. And now that Jake and I have season passes, one that we'll definitely do again.

May 23, 2010

$5 Fix




Needed to fix the kid's surfboard. The plastic washer thingie that held the skeg on got broken and fell off.

Needed something that I could drill through and countersink, about 2" wide and 1/16" thick and was expendable.....

Howabout a $5 chip from the Fremont ?!

Thanks Tutu Kăne!

May 10, 2010

Death Dealt



There was a time when I would argue with Morgan about the merits of fantasy artists.

Of course we were 13 and knew nothing, but we sure thought we did, and boy would we let the other one know what and idiot they were for their foolish choice.

Was it silly? Absolutely, but I suppose that "Frazetta or Vallejo?" is akin to the evergreen "Paul or John?" or "Beatles/Stones?" or "Flight/Invisibility?" question: a quick seemingly, innocuous binary choice that can actually tell a lot about a person.

Let it be told, I'm a Frazetta (and John, Stones, and Flight, if you must know) and now old Frank is no more. RIP to the guy who created the visuals that I'll never shake out of my head from my Robert E. Howard phase of reading.

Where will the Molly Hatchets of the next century find their album covers? Who will paint the coolest Conan now?

Pray it isn't Boris.