Monday, October 15, 2007

Dear The Captain

Dear The Captain (humor me),

I can only shake my head when I read letters from readers complaining about their allergies. I have three dogs to whom I am slightly allergic, and if any of my allergies act up, I take an antihistamine. I have friends who have cats. If I know I am going to one of their homes, I take an antihistamine before I go. I even carry them around with me in case I wind up going somewhere unexpectedly. These people who complain about other people's pets should take responsibility for their allergies and stop expecting other people to bear the brunt of their problem.

Dear antihistamine head,

You are quite the hero. In fact, I'm so moved that I am going to nominate you for sainthood. Pope Benedict and I are bingo buddies and go way back. I'm confident a good word from The Captain could get you on the fast track to beatification along with John Paul II – heck, all he did was stand up to a few murderous Communists in Poland and lead one of the world's major religions.

I'm right there with you on all those complainers. Watery eyes and skin irritation should not make you a shut in. And I'm told that anaphylactic shock is only fatal some of the time. Wusses. A word of caution, though. Be discreet when popping your antihistamine pills in public lest the DEA take you away "unexpectedly."

I, myself, am allergic to self-involved popinjays who turn the most trivial accomplishments into the sacking of freakin' Troy. Gotta go – my eyes are watering and my throat is swelling up. Where's that damn EpiPen???

The Captain says….. ACHOO….ACHOOOOOOO……..Gasp…….THUMP!!

Summer Fire Safety Tips

Summer is just around the corner. Soon we will all be enjoying barbecues, warm summer rain, camp fires, warm summer rain, Fourth of July celebrations with illegal fireworks, warmer summer rain, heatstroke and steamy summer rain!

Summer is also a time when careless morons commit inexplicably idiotic acts of tomfoolery that often include fire play. Below is a simple but time tested list of behaviors to avoid in order to keep your summer safe and incendiary free.

DO NOT:

Spray lighter fluid onto an open flame; soak the charcoal briquettes thoroughly and evenly prior to lighting the grill;

Use gasoline to remove the paint from those stolen bikes in an unventilated environment (such as your basement); a tiny spark is all it takes to ruin the fun;

Make your own homemade sparklers by tying a line of metal wire around a large piece of untreated steel wool, heating until red hot with a lighter, and swinging the steel wool around rapidly in a circular motion to create a spectacular back yard display of pyrotechnics (don’t do this indoors, either);

Sneak a cigarette in the tall, dry grass;

Use your hand as a launching pad for a bottle rocket;

Place an aerosol can in the Girl Scout camp fire; remember, even making Smores can be dangerous;

Go see “Jackass – The Movie” if you have an IQ below 75;

So the next time you are tempted to play with fire, remember what happened to Prometheus when he stole Fire from the Gods. To the summit of a craggy mountain, Vulcan, attended by Strength and Force, binds the arms of Prometheus with chains, driving an iron wedge through his breast, placing a girdle round his hips, and encircling his feet with fetters of brass. Then, after insulting him, they leave him, thus imprisoned, alone with his pain, waiting for the vultures to pick away at his intestines. So if this doesn’t appeal to you, DON’T PLAY WITH FIRE!

With paternalistic concern,

The Captain

Holiday Fire Safety

Another Fire Safety story compelling enough to bring The Captain out of retirement (once a Floor Captain always a Floor Captain)! Read this true but tragic tale and see my comments below in the festive holiday colors of red and green.

A man has been arrested after allegedly trying to force his estranged wife into an oven on Thanksgiving in front of their five children.

Martin Luther Jackson, 31, of Decatur, has been charged with aggravated assault, aggravated battery, cruelty to children and possession of marijuana after the Nov. 23 incident, said Sgt. Jodi Shupe of the Rockdale County Sheriff's Office.

Jackson and his 29-year-old wife, who have been separated since July, have five children ranging in age from 1 to 13 years old, Shupe said. Jackson apparently started fighting with his wife after she and the children returned to their Conyers home on Thanksgiving.

At one point during the fight, Jackson allegedly attempted to stuff his wife inside the kitchen oven, which had been left on to heat the house, Shupe said. The woman escaped and went to the sheriff's office with visible head injuries, Shupe said.

Investigators found Jackson hiding under a bed at his mother's house in Decatur, where he had been living since the separation, Shupe said.

This one is just killing me. How utterly, incomprehensibly thick can Martin Jackson be? The fine print of the oven manufacturer’s operating instructions clearly states that the oven capacity is 1.0 cu. Ft. Even a deranged cretin like Mr. Jackson should realize that you can’t fit a fully grown woman into a conventional sized gas oven!! Doing so placed himself and his five children at great risk. A human body would certainly block the regulated flow of gas and lead to a large and potentially fatal pocket of flammable fury. One spark and the Jackson kitchen would be transformed into nothing less than the apocalypse and roast the Martin family whole! Some Thanksgiving feast that would be!

And leaving the oven on to heat the home? Fire Safety Faux Paux numero uno!

No where in the story is it documented that Mr. Jackson was wearing hot mitts when attempting to place his wife in the oven. What kind of example does that set for the children? Children, like chimpanzees, will mimic their parents’ behaviors. What happens when the 5 year old son decides to throw his 1 year old sister in the oven without the mitts – third degree burns to his hands, that’s what! The Captain declares that irresponsible parenting!

And I hope to heaven that while this was happening there were no steaming pans left on the stove top with handles extended out within reach of the Jackson toddlers with Mom and Dad distracted and unable to supervise!

So accept this kernel of Holiday wisdom from The Captain: NEVER try to stuff your spouse into a conventional sized oven. If you must, be sure to use an industrial sized model.

Yours histrionically,

The Captain

Dear The Captain

Dear Captain,

Are weekends really made for Michelob or can I drink other types of beer on the weekend?

Dear Inquirer,

A tricky Biblical question! Thought you could hoodwink The Captain did you? Well, I can throw around irrelevant and/or invented biblical references with the best of them.

In the book of Genesis, it says something to the effect that God invented the work week; being the cost conscious CEO that he is, the Almighty supposedly commanded that we work Monday through Saturday and "rest" on Sunday. What he failed to mention is that while Adam and Eve were busy feeding all those damned animals on Saturday, he was inventing beer and having keggers in the heavenly hood with his angel posse. He even got so far as to invent the world's first premium beer - Michelob. It would be several millennia before he came up with the micro brewery, so Michelob was it back then.

Now most folks believe that humanity was banished from the Garden of Eden because Eve ate an apple from the Tree of Knowledge. Well, I have it on good information that the real reason was because Adam stole a case of Michelob from the divine fridge and got drunk with Eve. Nine months later to the day, out pop Cain and Abel!

You gotta hand it to Adam, though; he managed to rewrite history and pin the blame for original sin and all subsequent human suffering on his wife!

So to answer your question, yes, weekends really were made for Michelob, just not the way that you thought!

Yours irreverantly,

The Captain

Dear The Captain

Remember Dear Abbey? Dead. So never mind her. But what about Dr. Laura – now there’s someone to admire: still living and making fistfuls of cash giving “relationship” advice to masochistic callers on her syndicated radio program with the subtlety of an M1 tank and with the weight of the august title of Dr. behind her. The Captain is a bit jealous, being only able to cart out the definite article “The” in front of my oh so convenient pseudonym. However, given that Dr. Laura is a doctor of Physiology and NOT, as she would love you to believe, of Psychology, there’s no reason, or local ordinance, preventing me from jumping on board that gravy train. Bottom line: with my obscenely yellow mesh Floor Captain baseball cap and degree from the school of hard knocks, I’m every bit as qualified as Dr. Laura to tell people what the hell is wrong with them.

So if you have an inexplicable desire to seek out pain and humiliation, write in with your questions, ‘cause The Captain is ready to oblige (for a ridiculously inflated fee).

Here are my first customers.

Dear The Captain: I am a tall, smart, fit, never been married 37 year old guy whose dated dozens of attractive and successful woman with whom I have a lot in common. The problem is, they all tell me I’m a “great guy” but there is no “chemistry.” What is wrong with me?

Dear “great guy”: First of all, the bitches are lying. They don’t really think you are so “great.” Second, it’s anyone’s guess as to what’s wrong with you. How the hell would I know anyway? Suffice it to say, you’d be better off trying to find “chemistry” in a Crystal Meth lab in Southern California. But keep trying. I’d like to hear from you again!

Dear Captain: I’ve been the primary caretaker for my invalid mother for the past ten years. In those years, my siblings and I have had every kind of disagreement possible. I attribute this to their guilt over not being the caretaker. At one point, I told them that I was not looking for their approval. I was neither looking for nor needed their thanks. I made it clear that I did not want gifts, but my siblings insisted on sending me gift certificates along with notes thanking me for taking care of the mother they have ignored for the past decade. If I keep the gifts, I’d have to write thank you notes for gifts I specifically said I didn’t want. I have no idea how to do this? I know this is not a big problem, but I’m stumped about how to proceed.

Dear gift getter: For the record, it’s “The” Captain. The first thing you should do is send the gifts to The Captain’s PO Box. After that, you are free to continue to hate your siblings and live a lonely, bitter existence until you or your mother croaks, which ever comes first. Should you ever come to your senses, I suggest you find out if euthanasia is legal in your state. And I’ll not say no to more gifts!

So believe The Captain when he says: If you think you’re messed up, write to me, because you probably are!

Yours by the billable hour,

The Captain

Noontime Session Preview

Noontime Session Preview

More Utopian claptrap from those Noontime Session gurus (don't you find it a tad suspicious they remain anonymous?). I do not question their intentions - bless their little hearts they mean well - but thank goodness The Captain is here to inject the cold, hard truth into the discussion. It is a curiosity to me that these invisible minds would choose to dole out dollops of unsolicited advice about child rearing - I've certainly found that there's nothing parents appreciate more than having their ineptitude pointed out to them!! So attend the session if you are so compelled, either out of a desire to become a better parent or to comply with a DCF court mandate, but first read The Captain's sober interjections below in red.

Conflict management is a crucial skill necessary at any age.? Here's the truth: those who can't win the conflict "manage" it. There are two kinds of kids: bullies and those the bullies beat the snot out of. If your kid is the latter, forget this conflict management stuff. Teach him to run fast. I do agree with the part about any age. Kids comprehend the reality at an early age, even if Mom and Dad don't. Ever wonder why the Rock, Paper, Scissors game is still so popular?? Cause if you can't win playing by the rules, you can "manage" the conflict with the rock and scissors - blunt trauma or puncture wound, take your pick! This seminar will explore ways to help children learn the art of conflict resolution and management (I think the word "art" is a bit presumptuous here given the millennia of more or less uninterrupted warfare, the countless acts of unspeakable human cruelty, the Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton drunken donnybrooks, or, more importantly, the Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears spat; I think a better word would be "myth; it's kinda like me and algebra - never could get it!), including accepting that strong emotions are a natural by-product of these situations (WRONG - strong emotions are nothing but trouble and create conflict and should be "managed" with alcohol or painkillers or a combination of the two), as well as helping them learn how to diffuse anger, develop problem-solving skills (on a practical note, I suggest updating the beginning reader books to make them more relevant for our children. "See Spot run" becomes "See Johnny run from the big, fat bully") and teaching how to search for win-win solutions to everyday problems.? (Don't bother with the "win-win" BS; kids know better. Just ask the children who've lost a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors because the "winner" in trying to smash the scissors with the rock accidentally missed and left a permanent indentation on their skull. You'll never hear them say, "It's a win-win. He won the game but I still have partial use of my left side!"

So be like The Captain: Instigate and then run like heck!!!

Dear The Captain

Dear The Colonel (Clever, my dear reader):

I have a delicate situation with my condo neighbor (This one may actually be interesting!).

I recently moved into a new place and learned that the hideous figurines in the front yard between the units are not from the previous owner (hence not ours to remove), but belong to the neighbors (That’s not a very nice thing to say about the neighbors’ kids. I find offering candy a much better ice breaker, though my Parole Officer doesn’t particularly care for this approach.)

When I politely approached the neighbor about them to say that I would like to plant some flowers and asked if maybe she could move the figurines somewhere else, she refused (Listen, I also find it a bit odd that they make their kids live in the neighbor’s front garden, but try not to make hasty judgments – leave those to the experts like The Captain!)

When I said that the condo office told me it is my area (Well, what do you expect when you speak to an office and not a real person?), she demanded that I show her in the bylaws where it says the area is mine (the bylaws don't address that). (Let me tell you something about bylaws. I’ve read a million of these things and they are about as lucid as a George W. Bush essay on nukeleear, newculer, nookleer?? Physics.)

At first, the condo office told me the area was mine to decorate but is now saying it is common ground and we must work it out. (Can you say, "PUNT?")

There are several 1-foot tall figurines, and one of them is the backside of a girl looking over her shoulder with her bloomers pulled down
(I think you are being a little insensitive. First of all, clearly the little ones are suffering from some horrible congenital condition that stunts their growth – I mean, they’re quite fortunate Mom & Dad haven’t yet sold them to Ringling Brothers!. Secondly, what century are you from???? Bloomers went out with the Puritans!)

Every day when I get home from work, I get mooned before I walk in the door (Probably the only ass you’ll ever see). I think they are extremely tacky and are certainly not my choice of decoration (Now I really must protest. These “tacky” things have feelings too, conflicted though they may be!).

Is there a reasonable solution for this?

-- Mooned in D.C.

Dear Mooned in DC,

Move to a gated community in Connecticut with Draconian Association rules (and the muscle to enforce them). I recommend Greenwich, CT, just not in the same neighborhood as the Skakel family. If you can’t afford to do this, I can suggest 3 debatably legal options which I must not write here (the CT Dept. of Corrections is a regular reader, if you get my drift). If you have a heap of disposable cash, please send an email to The Captain with your home phone number and wait for me to contact you. If not, don’t bother me again with your petty complaints.

Believe The Captain when says: Stay out of the Garden, lest you accidentally step on the freakishly small children.

Yours waiting for that call,

The Captain

And the poor little girl has a beard! It's only a matter of time before P.T. Barnum comes a callin'.

Paint Me Black

DEAR THE CAPTAIN: My husband and I are having a dispute I hope you can help settle.

Our middle son is turning 10 this month, and for his birthday, we agreed to paint and decorate his room. (We live in a new-construction home, and all the walls are currently white.)

We let our son pick a border to go around the middle of the room (it is his room after all), and he picked a black and gray camouflage, which he really loves.

The problem is that my son picked a dark charcoal gray for the bottom of his walls and a very light gray for the top. I respect my son's choice and agreed to the paint job, but my husband now refuses, saying that the color scheme is too dark, and he's afraid our son will turn into some kind of dyed-hair, pierced-eyebrow gothic kid.

My husband's reasoning also includes the fact that the son in question is the middle of three boys and already feels like ``the middle child." He thinks that this color scheme will serve to encourage his self-imposed outcast status.

I say he's overreacting, and we should paint our son's room in a way that will make him happy. What do you think?

- Decorating Mom

Dear Deluded Decorator,

I have good news and I have bad news.

The good news is that your agonizing over the paint color choices for your 10 year old son’s room in your new construction home with white walls is utterly unnecessary. Your amateurish psychological assessment of your “middle child” is amusing but blindly naive. It’s pathetically poignant that your suburban fantasy includes a “reasoning” husband and a 10 year old son who “might” turn into a Goth. In point of fact, you are married to a cretin and have spawned an abomination.

Now here’s the bad news. Pierced eyebrows and pink hair would be far preferable to the reality you are unable to perceive. Camouflaged in gray and black, psychotic middle child will creep into your oversized Master Bedroom in the dead of night and pretend you and your Neanderthal husband are pin cushions and his hunting knife a pin (Picture the lovechild of Charles Manson and Squeaky Fromme having a homicidal tantrum, a chemical reaction to all that mascara).

I’d be negligent if I didn’t propose a solution: set mini Manson to work with a couple of cans of black paint, lock his bedroom door from the outside, and call 911. And I hope you're happy with the paint job. Send pics!

The Captain

Believe The Captain when he says: New construction walls are “Psychiatric Ward White.”

Yours with no intended piercings,

The Captain

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The Captain Branches Out - Again

The Captain, having beaten the dead horse of fire safety beyond recognition, is now branching out into other areas of human conduct. In short, just about anything else. This seems to me a natural progression from the particular to the general. Also, there’s just a whole lot more material to comment upon when you include, well, the whole world. So here’s the latest digression, courtesy of HR Inform.

Now comes the latest noon time session on “Relationship Success for You and Your Partner.” Ever wonder why a corporate human resources department conducts trainings aimed at improving our personal lives? Well, me neither, at least, that is, until about 7 minutes ago, when I read the course description. As always, I commend HR Inform for providing quality, relevant, and mildly patronizing didactic stabs at feigned corporate concern. They are refreshingly candid and effective, or at least I might be inclined to describe them so in a review had I ever bothered to attend even a single offering! Here’s the latest course description:

“Enjoying harmony and happiness in our primary relationships is often a challenge. This workshop will focus on skill-building designed to promote more effective communication, elevate awareness and understanding, and encourage activities that can greatly increase the likelihood of relationship success. Couples who don’t work on acceptance, understanding, and open communication with their partners run the risk of being chronically unhappy or worse, watching their relationships fail.”

As one not disinterested in literary device and creative composition, I could do naught but admire the subtle though perhaps unintentional understatement in the opening sentence. Harmony and happiness a challenge? Given that “primary relationships” are the source of countless domestic assaults, adulterous affairs, horrific homicides and, most disturbingly, ruined vacations, it is no wonder HR inform decided to have a go at it! Heck, why just make a profit when you can save the world as well?

The focus on skill-building appeals to the practical side of us all. How many times have I gently chastised myself for my inability to convey to my better half that medium is not medium rare? Or that “speak only when spoken to” is not a guideline but a specific instruction to be adhered to in a literal fashion? Or that the ironing board is not an ornamental conversation piece? I can already feel the mute rage churning inside me, waiting to erupt into incoherent, anti-social rants. Sounds like this is the session for me! Even if I weren’t genuinely interested in improving the quality of my primary relationship, I would like to know whether chemically induced “awareness elevation” is prescribed as an antidote to depression and disharmony. (Intellectual curiosity, you know). In all sincerity, I could do with some practical exercises to help me communicate effectively to my life partner that the understanding and acceptance of my world view, the only one that really matters, will greatly increase the likelihood of success in our relationship. I have never articulated this to my partner because, silly me, I assumed it was naturally understood, but as far as I am concerned, chronic unhappiness is just not an option for me. On the other hand, divorce lawyers can be a tad pricey. What to do? Well, thanks to HR Inform, I am confidant, having read the course description with grave discernment, that this session will give me the tools to go home to my partner, look her in the eye, and articulate in a clear and convincing voice, that, yes, it is in fact all about me, and the sooner acknowledged the better! Who knew relationship success could be so easy?

Thanks, HR Inform. Your e-mail has really made a difference in my life, so much so that I no longer feel the need to actually attend the session (unanticipated bonus!).

Believe the Captain when he says: make your partner understand, and success will follow!

Yours pseudopsychologically,

The Captain!

June Cleaver Understood!

Dr. G

Dr. G

While adolescence is a time of great growth, curiosity, and discovery, it can also be a time of great distress for children and their families if substance misuse is part of the picture. Often the rapid physical and emotional changes inherent in adolescence, the friction with parents and siblings, and the need to be more expressive of autonomy can result in increased stress and conflict, often with the result being more than casual exposure to drugs and alcohol. In this seminar, parents and other concerned, caring adults will learn what they can do to educate their children about alcohol and drugs, be a significant presence with respect to the prevention of drug and alcohol abuse, and confront the abuse should it be discovered.

The Captain may be retired, but Dr. G is now out on work-release! Here are his comments below in red.

As a trained Social Worker with extensive experience working with troubled teens, I have some editorial comments about the latest foray into pseudo-psychology by those invisible arbiters of wisdom who work in HR.

· As a parent, I do get greatly distressed when one of my children gets into my stash, but this is nothing compared to the distress the little delinquents experience when I catch them, especially after I’ve partaken of my stash.

· I for once agree with the Noontime gurus and acknowledge that adolescence is a time of rapid physical and emotional growth but must respectfully disagree about the most effective response. Why educate your kids about drugs when they’ve already studied the subject in great detail on the bus, playground or school lavatory? The efficient course of action is inaction: though painful and awkward, adolescence does progress rapidly, so why waste time having a dialogue with your kids or attempting to discipline someone with imbalanced hormones who may or may not be high as a kite? It’ll all be over before you know it, and by that time you can probably legally evict them anyway! Just be careful about the rapid physical growth part – you may no longer be able to physically manhandle your child. Consider a firearm – just something to think about (forget about caring adults – this is your “significant presence.”).

· Never a good idea to confront anyone in an altered state (take my word for it). If you catch your kids doing drugs, just pretend you never saw anything and wait for adolescence to pass. If you must confront your stoned child, be sure to bring your “significant presence.”

Yours in self-importance,

Dr. G

Self Esteem Captain Style

Corporate HR Bright Idea

Positive self-esteem and self-image are critically important building blocks for success later in life. Children who reflect a more positive sense of themselves are typically higher achievers, are more optimistic about themselves and their future, and invariably demonstrate higher levels of competency in all areas of living. This seminar will focus on the important role parents, caregivers, and teachers play in the healthy emotional development of children. We will explore the basic needs of children from infancy through adolescence and offer concrete suggestions about ways to encourage a more positive self-image in children. Participants will learn about simple, practical things that can be done immediately that may have a far-reaching impact as their child grows and develops.

The Captain answers...

The “Corporate Benefits” release above has prompted Dr. G (the wordsmith formerly known as “The Captain”) to come out of hiding (my PO and I don’t see eye to eye sometimes) and explode the dangerous myth propagated below. Self-esteem, like the club-footed, cleft-palated, yellow-toothed, childhood playmate that lived under your bed, is an imaginary phantasm. It is a cheap trick to give false hope to the dull-witted, below average masses whose one and only way to wealth is a winning Powerball ticket. It is not self-esteem or self-image but DNA that is the undisputed building block for success later in life. A bad seed is a bad seed. Ain’t nothin you, me or all the overpriced self-help classes in the world can do about it. So save your money Average Joe and accept your place in one of the lower spheres of this world you perceive to be hell (shoot for Mediocre but don’t turn your nose up at Remedial; avoid Claim Department at all costs). You’ll be a heck of a lot happier if you did. Really.

And no need to worry your nondescript head about your role as a parent. Be comforted that you are nothing more than a conduit through which flows sub-standard genes you did not request and over which you have no control. What little influence you can achieve by influencing the environment in which you raise your offspring is more than offset by the limitations imposed on you by Mother Nature herself. And here’s the quick guide to the basic needs of children: food, shelter, water. All that other stuff, like education, culture, art, etc. is for the kids with the superior genetic makeup and not your worry.

So if I had to leave you with one practical thing you can do to have a far reaching impact on your child as he grows and develops, it would be this: teach him to accept his ordinariness, nay, celebrate it. Giving a child false hope of better things to come can only end in disappointment, chronic depression, alcoholism, hair loss, heroin addiction, suicidal thoughts, leprosy (well, maybe not leprosy), divorce, hives, suicidal actions, and, ultimately, a position with an insurance company.

Dr. G says: “There is no such thing as low self-esteem, just unrealistic expectation.”

Yours in self-importance,

Dr. G

Baby Einsteins

Monday, Aug. 06, 2007

Baby Einsteins: Not So Smart After All

By Alice Park

The claim always seemed too good to be true: park your infant in front of a video and, in no time, he or she will be talking and getting smarter than the neighbor's kid. The Captain experimented with this concept, but with his usual flair for the overdramatic and petty preoccupation with self-interest. Einstein was smart and famous and all that, but he weren’t as rich as Hilton Paris, or whatever that skinny white bimbo is called. So my offspring, as soon as they could be propped up by cases of 16 oz. PBRs, were made to watch Get Rich Quick videos in the hopes that they would make their first million before they had the legal right to spend any of it. By the time they could legally hire an attorney to try and recoup their earnings, I’d have squandered it on insignificant trinkets, cheap booze, and cheese whiz. If not theirs, then genius on my part at least. In the latest study on the effects of popular videos such as the "Baby Einstein" and "Brainy Baby" series, researchers find that these products may be doing more harm than good. And they may actually delay language development in toddlers. Not so The Captain’s kids. By the age of two, they all were multi-lingual, with an impressive vocabulary of multi-syllabic foreign words rolling off their little toddler lips – words like: Budweiser, Heineken, Dos Equis, Pabst and (brace yourself) Haffenreffer.

Led by Frederick Zimmerman and Dr. Dimitri Christakis (never hard of that foreign beer), both at the University of Washington, the research team found that with every hour per day spent watching baby DVDs and videos, infants learned six to eight fewer new vocabulary words than babies who never watched the videos. (The Captain had the boob tube set to ESPN2, where foreign beer commercials are abundant.) These products had the strongest detrimental effect on babies 8 to 16 months old, the age at which language skills are starting to form. "The more videos they watched, the fewer words they knew," says Christakis. "These babies scored about 10% lower on language skills than infants who had not watched these videos." (For the record, Einstein was a C student, making some lame excuse about being bored and gifted. The Captain was a “strong” C student, but that BS about being gifted never cut it with my detention monitors.)

It's not the first blow to baby videos, and likely won't be the last. (Remember Barney? that horrific purple hobgoblin of a dinosaur on public television? The Captain does – having found himself at the tender young age of seven at a neighborhood birthday party fighting off unwanted advances and shouting “Get off me you F#@#*%@ purple pervert! …But I digress.) Mounting evidence suggests that passive screen sucking (Even The Captain hasn’t heard of that!) not only doesn't help children learn, but could also set back their development. Last spring, Christakis and his colleagues found that by three months, 40% of babies are regular viewers of DVDs, videos or television; by the time they are two years old, almost 90% are spending two to three hours each day in front of a screen. (Yeah, but can it crawl to the fridge, open a beer – can or bottle – and deliver it to Dad with nary a drop spilled? And change its own diaper? Huh?) Three studies have shown that watching television, even if it includes educational programming such as Sesame Street, delays language development (The Captain’s own anecdotal studies have shown that kids who watch Big Bird on Sesame Street are wusses). "Babies require face-to-face interaction to learn," says Dr. Vic Strasburger, professor of pediatrics at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine and a spokesperson for the American Academy of Pediatrics. "They don't get that interaction from watching TV or videos. In fact, the watching probably interferes with the crucial wiring being laid down in their brains during early development." (Do NOT try to rewire your child’s brain. There are no wires anywhere to be found in there.) Previous studies have shown, for example, that babies learn faster and better from a native speaker of a language when they are interacting with that speaker instead of watching the same speaker talk on a video screen. (Except most people don’t allow natives in their homes.) "Even watching a live person speak to you via television is not the same thing as having that person in front of you," says Christakis (Duh, the person in the TV screen can’t throw a real punch.)

This growing evidence led the Academy to issue its recommendation in 1999 that no child under two years old watch any television (Does cable count?). The authors of the new study might suggest reading instead: children who got daily reading or storytelling time with their parents showed a slight increase in language skills. (The Captain for one loves regaling his children with ribald tales of his youthful debauchery – no sheltering these cherubs! You should see the glazed looks in their eyes.)

Though the popular baby videos and DVDs in the Washington study were designed to stimulate infants' brains (The Captain is writing a book about brain stimulants which the censors are editing as we speak – but remember, NO WIRES!), not necessarily to promote language development, parents generally assume that the products' promises to make their babies smarter include improvement of speaking skills. (Basic Rule of Life: dumb parents, dumb babies.) But, says Christakis, "the majority of the videos don't try to promote language; they have rapid scene changes and quick edits, and no appearance of the 'parent-ese' type of speaking that parents use when talking to their babies." (To be fair, the studies neglected to mention that these babies achieved a mastery of X Box at an unusually young age.)

As far as Christakis and his colleagues can determine, the only thing that baby videos are doing is producing a generation of overstimulated kids. "There is an assumption that stimulation is good, so more is better," he says. "But that's not true; there is such a thing as overstimulation." (There’s a tried and true remedy for that – give ‘em the Irish teething medicine, better known as Jameson’s, and they’ll sleep like, well, a baby.) His group has found that the more television children watch, the shorter their attention spans later in life. "Their minds come to expect a high level of stimulation, and view that as normal," says Christakis, "and by comparison, reality is boring." (You, my loyal Myrmidon, know that reality is anything but boring!)

He and other experts worry that the proliferation of these products will continue to displace the one thing that babies need in the first months of life — face time with human beings. (Not unlike the corporate environment, except that faces are regularly pressed against asses in this setting) "Every interaction with your child is meaningful," says Christakis. "Time is precious in those early years, and the newborn is watching you, and learning from everything you do." So just talk to them; they're listening. (Ahoy, little Cap’n, muchos Dos Equis – Pronto!)

Believe The Captain when he says: Stay Away from the Big Yellow Bird!

Yours with an Einstein-like GPA,

The Captain

Independent Living

If The Captain was to be honest with himself (and even I wanted to, this would get dicey given the fluid state of my “reality”), he must acknowledge he’s thrown a dart or two at the Noontime Session savants in the past. Perhaps I was engaging in some Schadenfreude. Perhaps I was attempting to satirically tackle some challenging social issues. Perhaps the arrogant know nothings just deserved it. Who can tell? But with this one, the dabbling dilettantes of armchair amateur psychoanalysis may be on to something. Other than the occasional clever allusion to my youthful Hooliganism, The Captain has been rather shy about sharing stories about his troubled youth. Well, maybe shy is not entirely accurate. Fearful – Mom’s a psychotic mess who’d busta cap in my ass if she found out I’d divulged details of our less than perfect family life growing up in the slums of West Torrington. But now, thanks to my good friends at the Cleaver Family Connection, I may finally be able to get the homicidal old fart and her fey ways out of my house (technically, it won’t actually be mine until I “amend” her will and she dies a sudden and unexplained death).

The transition from independent living to a supported level of care is emotionally challenging for all involved, especially you and your elderly parent (It should be mentioned that Mom has tried to “transition” me out of the house many times, without success and much to her chagrin; once even getting so desperate so as to pay my way through college. She’s taken to calling me BP – Bad Penny, always turning up). It's important to consider all of the implications of this transition early, well before you need to make this decision (Draft of amendment to Last Will and Testament – check. Mom’s secret cyanide medicine – check. Reams of psychedelic shag carpet for the soon to be finished basement bachelor pad - check. Lava lamp – Fire Hazard, UNCHECK. Mail order bride from Southeast Asia - check. Penicillin – double check).

Join us for this valuable Cleaver Family Connection Seminar: Housing Options for Seniors (Or How I Learned to Love Medicare), presented by representatives from Self-Important Consultants International. This seminar will:

> Focus on ways to assess a senior’s ability to continue living independently or semi-independently (Threat to others - mainly me – must be sent away.)
> Discuss the myriad of housing options available to seniors (What does Medicare pay for?)
> Explain how to evaluate and choose a quality nursing home, convalescent center or rehabilitation facility (What does Medicare pay for?)

Believe The Captain when he says: Lava lamps and shag carpets don’t mix!

Yours checklist in hand,

The Captain

The Captain’s Word of the Day = Schadenfreude: (German. No English equivalent) To take mischievous delight in the misfortunes of others.

Western Civilization on the Brink

With his cache of existential legal experience (“existential” here meaning “court appearances”) in his hip pocket, The Captain must weigh in on the Trial of the Century, and he must do so in the third person, because it sounds kinda cool that way and lends a certain gravitas to the whole thing, which is crucial when the singular perspective of said experience is in the role of defendant.

It was bad enough that those Judicial activists on the Supreme Court persecuted an Alaskan High School student for worshipping his Lord and Savior in the fashion of Jerry Garcia (remember Bong Hits for Jesus?). Now, the very fabric of our society, the drink special, is on trial in the heartland of our country. Your right to get smashed on the cheap is under assault and the assailants are none other than those Benedict Arnold Barkeeps in the college town of Madison, WI, which is somewhere slightly below Canada and substantially above the legal limit.

Drink-Special Ban Before Wis. High Court

By RYAN J. FOLEY
The Associated Press
Wednesday, October 3, 2007; 5:15 PM

MADISON, Wis. -- The state Supreme Court is deciding whether an agreement among bar owners to abandon weekend drink specials was a legal effort to discourage binge drinking or a possible antitrust violation (The Captain cries foul! Those bartenders in Poughkeepsie who all shut me off during senior week violated my antitrust!!)

In oral arguments (Just once I’d like to see a lawyer mime an argument.) Wednesday, lawyer Kay Hunt asked the justices to reinstate a lawsuit claiming the 2002 agreement by about two dozen bars in this college town was an illegal price-fixing conspiracy (Yeah! Whatever she said!). She represents drinkers who claim they were overcharged (Punch your ticket to Heaven Ms. Hunt) in a lawsuit rejected twice by lower courts. (Heinous. Simply heinous.)

"Here, you have a group of competitors that bound together to eliminate drink specials," a deal that "constituted an unreasonable restraint of trade (and one that inhibited my Constitutional right to abandon all reasonable restraint on Nickel Night at the Nite Cap)," Hunt said.

A lawyer representing the bars told the justices that the voluntary agreement was a response to local government (Less Government. More Cheap Booze!). At the time, some city officials were threatening to ban drink specials altogether and University of Wisconsin-Madison officials were pressuring bar owners to help reduce binge drinking among students (A prejudicial argument which unfairly targets drunks. You don’t see the government asking Nabisco or Pillsbury to artificially raise the price of cookies just because their products are popular with bulimics, do you? Then keep your stinkin’ paws off my cheap gin!)

"This wasn't some secret meeting of the bar owners," said Kevin O'Connor, a lawyer representing 20 bars and the Dane County Tavern League (No doubt the shameless O’Connor’s fees were paid for by the ill-gotten profits from inflated bottom shelf liquor). "This was all initiated by the city."

The bars, about half of those near campus, announced in September 2002 they would voluntarily ban drink specials on Friday and Saturday nights after 8 p.m (Unintended side effect: the teen pregnancy rate in Madison has decreased significantly since that Draconian decree was issued).

Hunt's firm filed the lawsuit in 2004 on behalf of UW-Madison students and other customers who sought "tens of millions of dollars" in damages for being forced to pay too much for their booze (How does one put a price tag on the “inconceivables” – the babies who were never conceived due to the government’s forced sobriety. In a bizarre way, The Captain likens this to “It’s a Wonderful Life.” If George Bailey was never born…Well, if the drink specials had never been banned, countless one night stands would never have been prevented, condoms never forgotten in wallets, and unwanted Caucasian babies never created for convenient adoption by rich, infertile couples).

The bars withdrew the ban after the lawsuit was filed. A university-sponsored study also showed that serious alcohol-related crime continued to go up despite the policy (Which proves one of The Captain’s original aphorisms: Booze doesn’t make people drunk; people make people drunk.).

A judge dismissed the case in 2005 and an appeals court upheld the decision last year. Both courts said the bars' action was exempt from antitrust laws because they were reacting to regulatory pressure from the city (A plague on you Madison!!!!).

Eric Wilson, a state lawyer representing UW-Madison, said the case was not about price fixing but about trying to combat dangerous drinking among college students.

"The bars tried to work with the city and the university to be part of the solution, rather than part of the problem (Spare me the High School assembly morality lesson. The Tavern cartel, like OPEC with crude oil, can now arbitrarily set the price of a keg of beer – if that’s not Un-American, I don’t know what is!)," he said.

Justices did not indicate how they intend to rule and had tough questions for both sides (Like “What in the name of Bacchus and Budweiser were you thinking????”).

© 2007 The Associated Press

Believe The Captain when he says, "Give Me Cheap Booze or Give Me Death!"

Yours from the witness stand, cheap drink in hand,

The Captain

The Captain's Second Semi-random Holiday Review

Here it is, out of the blue (and black hole that is my mind), The Captain’s second annual semi-random Holiday Review!

Northern Hemisphere Hoodie-Hoo Day

When : Always on February 20

On this winter day, people go out at noon, wave their hands over their heads and chant "Hoodie-Hoo". It is a day to chase away winter and bring in spring. After all, everyone in the northern hemisphere is sick and tired of winter at this point and a little crazy being cooped up inside all winter and not seeing the sun.

I don’t think this is anything special on the face of it – I believe Minnesotans do this every day in the winter already – but as a matter of principle, the Captain applauds the concept of making up Holidays on a whim. And shouting Hoodie-Hoo is funny - at least it is when you watch some other grown man or woman do it. Plus, it beats John Berryman Day, which celebrates the anniversary of the tortured American poet’s suicide plunge from the Washington Avenue Bridge in Minneapolis. Apparently tired of the long Minnesota winters, the poor soul was so drunk that he missed the water and died, not by drowning or trauma, but by smothering, according to the Minneapolis Star, which reported his death.

And there’s nothing like Midwestern nonsense nomenclature for impressing your friends at a rave with witty utterances like: “Stick it up your Hoodie-Hoo.” Or “Would you like to come up to my room and see my Hoodie-Hoo?” Perhaps “I just scored some awesome Hoodie-Hoo at the Hootenanny.” And for you sophisticates, “Neo-Platonism is substantive, but Gnosticism is pure “Hoodie-Hoo.”

Insurance Awareness Day

When : Always June 28th

The antithesis of the whimsical Holiday, this contrivance of the Insurance industry is dry, boring and self-serving and should be avoided at all costs. And children should be prohibited from participating, lest they get any bright ideas about pursuing a career in Insurance. In fact, several states are considering legislation making it illegal to bring children in to an Insurance office. Write your local representative today!

Yellow Pig Day

When : Always July 17th

Yellow Pig Day is a mathematician's holiday celebrating yellow pigs and the number 17. It is celebrated annually since the early 1960's, primarily on college campuses, and primarily by mathematicians. On campus, Yellow Pig Cake and Yellow Pig Carols are tradition!

Yes, it makes sense this started in the Sixties. No, there is no such thing as a yellow pig. Yes, mathematicians made it up and think it’s somehow funny. No, it is in no way, shape or rhombus funny. Yes, they really have Yellow Pig Carols. No, I have no effin clue why these socially maladjusted people worship the number 17. Yes, I’d love to hear the explanation. No, I probably wouldn’t understand it anyway, though Satan’s fingerprints are all over this one.

Certainly one could argue that this Holiday has a whimsical element. But methinks The Captain, who struggles with basic addition and subtraction, is being generous by putting this one in the category of “esoteric” (fancy talk for “Weird as Hoodie-Hoo”).

National Tap Dance Day

When: Always May 25th

It's National Tap Dance Day. Today is a great day to dance the night away.... and the daytime, too!

This day was created in honor of the birthday of legendary tap dancer Bill "Bojangles" Robinson on May 25, 1878.

A traumatic Holiday for yours truly. Ma and Pa Captain had me convinced as a child that Indentured service for minors was still legal. Being a veritable Oliver Twist, The Captain, in his youthful innocence, didn’t know any better. So when my birth mother told me I was signed up for Tap Dancing lessons at Miss Janet’s School of Dance in downtown Torrington, I did my duty. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. This is the extent of what I learned, so when it came time to dress up in my black patent leather tap shoes, shiny orange satin Chinese pant suit, and smart green sequined peasant-in-the-rice-paddies hat and perform “Who Ate the Chicken in the Chicken Chow Mein,” I was ill-equipped to face the near capacity crowd at the historic Warner Theater; I Toed when I should have Heeled and Heeled when I should have toed. And the spin…and the chopsticks…oh the horror! I never forgave myself for impaling that poor little girl. (All photographs of this historic recital have mysteriously disappeared.)

Curses on you Bojangles!!!

Believe The Captain when he says: In the hands of a frightened, uncoordinated child, Chop Sticks can be deadly!

Yours full of Hoodie-Hoo,

The Captain

Western Civilization on the Brink

Western Civilization on the Brink

With his cache of existential legal experience (“existential” here meaning “court appearances”) in his hip pocket, The Captain must weigh in on the Trial of the Century, and he must do so in the third person, because it sounds kinda cool that way and lends a certain gravitas to the whole thing, which is crucial when the singular perspective of said experience is in the role of defendant.

It was bad enough that those Judicial activists on the Supreme Court persecuted an Alaskan High School student for worshipping his Lord and Savior in the fashion of Jerry Garcia (remember Bong Hits for Jesus?). Now, the very fabric of our society, the drink special, is on trial in the heartland of our country. Your right to get smashed on the cheap is under assault and the assailants are none other than those Benedict Arnold Barkeeps in the college town of Madison, WI, which is somewhere slightly below Canada and substantially above the legal limit.

Drink-Special Ban Before Wis. High Court

By RYAN J. FOLEY
The Associated Press
Wednesday, October 3, 2007; 5:15 PM

MADISON, Wis. -- The state Supreme Court is deciding whether an agreement among bar owners to abandon weekend drink specials was a legal effort to discourage binge drinking or a possible antitrust violation (The Captain cries foul! Those bartenders in Poughkeepsie who all shut me off during senior week violated my antitrust!!)

In oral arguments (Just once I’d like to see a lawyer mime an argument.) Wednesday, lawyer Kay Hunt asked the justices to reinstate a lawsuit claiming the 2002 agreement by about two dozen bars in this college town was an illegal price-fixing conspiracy (Yeah! Whatever she said!). She represents drinkers who claim they were overcharged (Punch your ticket to Heaven Ms. Hunt) in a lawsuit rejected twice by lower courts. (Heinous. Simply heinous.)

"Here, you have a group of competitors that bound together to eliminate drink specials," a deal that "constituted an unreasonable restraint of trade (and one that inhibited my Constitutional right to abandon all reasonable restraint on Nickel Night at the Nite Cap)," Hunt said.

A lawyer representing the bars told the justices that the voluntary agreement was a response to local government (Less Government. More Cheap Booze!). At the time, some city officials were threatening to ban drink specials altogether and University of Wisconsin-Madison officials were pressuring bar owners to help reduce binge drinking among students (A prejudicial argument which unfairly targets drunks. You don’t see the government asking Nabisco or Pillsbury to artificially raise the price of cookies just because their products are popular with bulimics, do you? Then keep your stinkin’ paws off my cheap gin!)

"This wasn't some secret meeting of the bar owners," said Kevin O'Connor, a lawyer representing 20 bars and the Dane County Tavern League (No doubt the shameless O’Connor’s fees were paid for by the ill-gotten profits from inflated bottom shelf liquor). "This was all initiated by the city."

The bars, about half of those near campus, announced in September 2002 they would voluntarily ban drink specials on Friday and Saturday nights after 8 p.m (Unintended side effect: the teen pregnancy rate in Madison has decreased significantly since that Draconian decree was issued).

Hunt's firm filed the lawsuit in 2004 on behalf of UW-Madison students and other customers who sought "tens of millions of dollars" in damages for being forced to pay too much for their booze (How does one put a price tag on the “inconceivables” – the babies who were never conceived due to the government’s forced sobriety. In a bizarre way, The Captain likens this to “It’s a Wonderful Life.” If George Bailey was never born…Well, if the drink specials had never been banned, countless one night stands would never have been prevented, condoms never forgotten in wallets, and unwanted Caucasian babies never created for convenient adoption by rich, infertile couples).

The bars withdrew the ban after the lawsuit was filed. A university-sponsored study also showed that serious alcohol-related crime continued to go up despite the policy (Which proves one of The Captain’s original aphorisms: Booze doesn’t make people drunk; people make people drunk.).

A judge dismissed the case in 2005 and an appeals court upheld the decision last year. Both courts said the bars' action was exempt from antitrust laws because they were reacting to regulatory pressure from the city (A plague on you Madison!!!!).

Eric Wilson, a state lawyer representing UW-Madison, said the case was not about price fixing but about trying to combat dangerous drinking among college students.

"The bars tried to work with the city and the university to be part of the solution, rather than part of the problem (Spare me the High School assembly morality lesson. The Tavern cartel, like OPEC with crude oil, can now arbitrarily set the price of a keg of beer – if that’s not Un-American, I don’t know what is!)," he said.

Justices did not indicate how they intend to rule and had tough questions for both sides (Like “What in the name of Bacchus and Budweiser were you thinking????”).

© 2007 The Associated Press

Believe The Captain when he says, "Give Me Cheap Booze or Give Me Death!"

Yours from the witness stand, cheap drink in hand,

The Captain

Myrmidon

About Me

To quote the amazing Frank Turner: "I won't sit down. I won't shut up. And most of all, I will not grow up!" That's an apt description of me. If you disagree, please refer to the above quote.

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