Sunday, March 16, 2008
Phil's Story: A Battle
Writing bud Angie Poole mentioned the other day that it'd be cool to record readings of our stories that appeared in The Best of Relief and garner some publicity for our writing. (Angie's a non-practicing CPA -- she has a private accounting gig -- so I'm sure she's thinking "tax write-off" for any associated expenses)
Anyhoo, Phil wanted to record his own story. I told him he could if he wrote it down first. He called my bluff and wrote a radio play. He went ahead and read off the names of the speakers as he recorded the story (next time I'll have him think of ways to let the reader/listener know it's the mayor or the army without announcing it as he's done here), but he made up for that gaffe by creating the sound-effects himself.
Since Blogger won't allow you to upload a straight audio file I went ahead and made a multimedia presentation in iMovie.
Behold: "A Battle."
Anyhoo, Phil wanted to record his own story. I told him he could if he wrote it down first. He called my bluff and wrote a radio play. He went ahead and read off the names of the speakers as he recorded the story (next time I'll have him think of ways to let the reader/listener know it's the mayor or the army without announcing it as he's done here), but he made up for that gaffe by creating the sound-effects himself.
Since Blogger won't allow you to upload a straight audio file I went ahead and made a multimedia presentation in iMovie.
Behold: "A Battle."
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Gee Whiz
I'm into the H's on my A-Z iPod journey. The G's just whizzed by.
Phil was talking about my iPod this morning. He said I had "an ocean of songs on it, and, when I wanted to play a song, I got my fishing rod out and pulled out a song." Good word picture, boy, but you're not getting an iPod.
Phil was talking about my iPod this morning. He said I had "an ocean of songs on it, and, when I wanted to play a song, I got my fishing rod out and pulled out a song." Good word picture, boy, but you're not getting an iPod.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Phil's Ear
Phil's ear is fine, in case you're thinking he was mauled by gophers or something.
Actually, his ear -- his musical ear -- is pretty darn good. We were watching the opening of Shanghai Noon a few days back, and Phil announced, "This sounds like the music to Indian in the Cupboard." A quick trip to IMDb later and, sure enough, Randy Edelman scored both films.
If only there was an "I can name another movie by that composer in three notes" game show...
Actually, his ear -- his musical ear -- is pretty darn good. We were watching the opening of Shanghai Noon a few days back, and Phil announced, "This sounds like the music to Indian in the Cupboard." A quick trip to IMDb later and, sure enough, Randy Edelman scored both films.
If only there was an "I can name another movie by that composer in three notes" game show...
Friday, May 25, 2007
Mr. Music
Dina sent me some pix of Phil's rilly-big school music shew. I'm sorry I missed it.
One thing's for sure: the boy can wear the heck out of an orange shirt.
- "Handsome Hair" with Shirt & Tie: 1, 2
- Singing
- Playing the Rubberband Box
One thing's for sure: the boy can wear the heck out of an orange shirt.
Labels: first grade, Music, Philisms
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Finding Yourself in Dallas, Texas
This morning I joined the chucklehead crew heading off to Krispy Kreme for breakfast. Good stuff.
Better stuff, however, at the Central Market next door. Mike-sell's brand kettle-cooked potato chips. We got the regular, Bahama BBQ, and cheesy chipotle styles. Mmmmm.
I've told Phil if a kid tries to bite him he should say, loudly and with confidence, "I am not food." But if we were, darn but we'd be tasty.
Better stuff, however, at the Central Market next door. Mike-sell's brand kettle-cooked potato chips. We got the regular, Bahama BBQ, and cheesy chipotle styles. Mmmmm.
I've told Phil if a kid tries to bite him he should say, loudly and with confidence, "I am not food." But if we were, darn but we'd be tasty.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
A Hole in None
Phil had a visit to the dentist this morning: six-month cleaning and check-up. Got to wear a funky mouthpiece full of minty fluoride foam, which was new for him. Two sets of x-rays 'cause the processor ate the first set. (I'm hoping the extra radiation will give him superpowers, ultra-roomcleaning would be nice.)
Long story short? No cavities! Yay!
He also got to run through his comedy act which consists of these riddles:
Phil put on two shows. A matinee for the hygienist and the full-act (including the third riddle) for the dentist. (The hygienst stayed for the second show, too.)
Yeah, good times all around.
Long story short? No cavities! Yay!
He also got to run through his comedy act which consists of these riddles:
What did the baby porcupine say to the cactus?
Why did the piece of toast go to the doctor?
Why did the left hand go to the doctor?
(Put your best guess(es) in the comments.)
Phil put on two shows. A matinee for the hygienist and the full-act (including the third riddle) for the dentist. (The hygienst stayed for the second show, too.)
Yeah, good times all around.
Labels: Good Times, Philisms
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Cookiebuns
The other day Phil described how he made the cookie-on-a-stick treats he brought home from school after his Valentine's Day party.
Needless to say, the boy has a new nickname.
- Take two heart-shaped cookiebuns and spread caramel on one side of them.
- Make them like a sandwich with a stick in the middle like a lollipop.
- Dunk the cookies in melted chocolate and sprinkles.
- Let the chocolate dry.
Needless to say, the boy has a new nickname.
Labels: Philisms
Thursday, March 01, 2007
The Supercar Is Ours (Among Other Things)
When Phil was a toddler -- and we got our Subaru Forester -- he called it (and all Suburus he recognized as such) a Supercar. As of last month we finally paid it off (I thought we had another payment, but apparently not).
Yay!
I also went back to Kohl's this morning and found a better selection of nice shirts on the clearance racks without post-Christmas stainage. Picked up five.
Also got a nifty art deco-esque alarm clock that wakes to iPod. (Now I just need a track of applause to wake to, like in ... was it Just You and Me, Kid? Pretty sure George Burns was in whatever it is I'm thinking of.) Also works well as an iPod speaker unit.
Got yourself an unexpected goodie or three? Do tell.
Yay!
I also went back to Kohl's this morning and found a better selection of nice shirts on the clearance racks without post-Christmas stainage. Picked up five.
Also got a nifty art deco-esque alarm clock that wakes to iPod. (Now I just need a track of applause to wake to, like in ... was it Just You and Me, Kid? Pretty sure George Burns was in whatever it is I'm thinking of.) Also works well as an iPod speaker unit.
Got yourself an unexpected goodie or three? Do tell.
Labels: Philisms
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Who Is Mr. Delirium?
According to Phil, Mr. Delirium is the person in the mirror who copies everything you do.
Not sure if I should be impressed or spooked that arcane facts such as this are in the boy's possession. At least he's not on a first-name basis with Mr. D.
Not sure if I should be impressed or spooked that arcane facts such as this are in the boy's possession. At least he's not on a first-name basis with Mr. D.
Labels: Philisms
Saturday, October 07, 2006
The Things Phil Knows
On the way to town today Phil observed that some people pronounce tomato, to-MAH-to. "People who go to dances. People who are rich or maybe a little Scottish."
A quarter mile down the road he followed up with: "I wonder how I know all these things."
It is a wonderment, isn't it?
A quarter mile down the road he followed up with: "I wonder how I know all these things."
It is a wonderment, isn't it?
Labels: Philisms
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Phil Said It. I Believe It. That Settles It.
On the way home from town this evening Phil announced:
Hey Phil's cousins, how y'all doin'?
"Ain't is one of those Texas words, even though it doesn't make any sense."I suppose it's nice that he's giving Texas credit for having some words that do make sense (though if he'd been around for H. Ross Perot's presidential runs he might be of a different opinion).
Hey Phil's cousins, how y'all doin'?
Labels: Philisms
