Sunday, 11 November 2012

Formal Apology Forms

It seems to have become apparent that sometimes we all open our mouths only long enough to change feet. We here at "The Other Side of Will" have also run into this problem before a time or a hundred, as evidenced by the post, Crap, I've Offended Again!

In order to help to do the right thing and deal with this problem, we have officially adopted this "Formal Apology" form to deal with future perceived offences by you, our cherished readers. We believe that this action on our part should help to prove that keeping the peace is very important to us.

Our Board of Directors has determined that the way we deal with future blog/post offences, is that, once a complaint arrives, we will quickly respond, usually within 72 hours, by filling out the "Formal Apology" form, and then cutting and pasting it back into the comment box of the offending blog/post. We trust that this will help ease the tensions that have too often arisen, usually due to your inability to appreciate our sense of humour and joking.

Thank you, from your friends here at "The Other Side of Will." Peace.

Formal Apology Form Source: Unknown

Saturday, 10 November 2012

Wet T-Shirt Contest Winner

Here on "The Other Side of Will" we are happy to announce the winner of our very first "Wet T-Shirt" contest.

Well, what else did you think it was going to be? 

Hmm

Photo Source: Unknown

Grandchildren or Bust?

My wife and I enjoy being empty nesters. Sure, we love it when the kids come over, but we also love our alone time when they go home again. What an interesting stage of life.

But we are also looking forward to the next stage in life; grandchildren. Unfortunately, our kids don't seem to share the same sense of urgency as we do in this department, or better said, as my wife senses. I am strangely OK without the pitter-patter of little feet; at least at the moment I still am.

My dear wife has an awesome saying that she likes to use to lovingly remind our kids of this need of hers. She says, "I want grandchildren while I am still young enough to know what to do with them." (Yes, I asked her permission to share this nugget). I love that.

It is all good, though. While we joke about it, we would certainly much rather know that our kids timing of right relationships, schooling and employment are also considered before they embark on the responsibilities of parenthood. And out kids know this too.

Wanting grandchildren is just natural. What I don't understand is women who are still having babies into their 50's and 60's while most women already have a handful of grandchildren Am I the only one who thinks that is a bit weird? A case in point is the story of the 65 Year Old Mother of 5 Year Old Twins.

It is one thing to become a grandparent later in life and being too old to know what to do with them, but it's quite another to become a mother and being too old to know what to do with them.

I love the humorous story someone shared with us recently called, "Childbirth at 65."
With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 65-year old friend of mine was able to give birth. When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit. 
"May I see the new baby?" I asked. 
"Not yet," she said. "I'll make coffee and we can visit for a while first." 
Thirty minutes had passed, and I asked, "May I see the new baby now?" 
"No, not yet," she said. 
After a few minutes had elapsed, I asked again, "May I see the baby now?" 
"No, not yet," replied my friend. 
Growing very impatient, I asked, "Well, when can I see the baby?" 
"When he cries!" she told me. 
"When he cries?" I asked. "Why do I have to wait until he cries?" 
"Because I forgot where I put him, OK?!
Though I am sure it was meant as a joke, it illustrates my wife's humorous point; if we are already forgetting were we leave things like keys and cell phones now, what's to prevent us from forgetting what to do with a newborn grandchild that is presented to us when we are already in our twilight years?

Postscript: The preceding was meant in jest and in no way was intended to convey the notion of absentmindedness in the latter years of life. "Childbirth at 65" story source unknown. Photo Credit: Flickr Creative Commons

Saturday, 3 November 2012

of Future Cars and Diapers

Recently I received an email from a friend announcing a new car by Mercedes Benz, the SCL600. These four pictures of the car were attached, plus a couple others, and that's about all I know about the email. Like most such emails, it had probably been forwarded countless times before I got it, and so I cannot attest to it's origin or the origin of these pictures.


At first glance it looks like a nice car, but one with a very unique difference; namely, it has no steering wheel or pedals. Thanks in large part to Photoshop and the like, these days one never really knows for sure exactly what one is looking at. The saying, "a picture is worth a thousand words" doesn't ring quite the same as it once did. Almost any picture can be manipulated these days.
So to find out the truth of this futuristic-looking  car, I turned to Snopes (check it out) to see what I could learn. What struck me right off the start is that this car, though not in production (yet), is really nothing new at all. As a matter of fact, the world was already introduced to this car 16 years ago at the 1996 Paris Motorshow.
I have already driven joystick equipped vehicles, but at a greatly reduced speed. For me this was in the form of operating heavy construction equipment. Having said that, and given that experience, this probably wouldn't take too much to get used to.  Certainly, it would be fun to take the Mercedes Benz SCL600 out for a bit of a spin though, wouldn't you agree?

I suspect that, as my original email suggested, those who wouldn't have any real trouble with a car like this are the Nintendo and Xbox generation. Why? Because they grew up with video games and joysticks. Unlike us old codgers, they've been driving cars like this on their TV screens since diaper-days.

So one day, when they put you and me back into diapers, perhaps our grandchildren or great grandchildren, will occasionally come in a car like this and pick us up from the nursing home for Sunday dinner with the family. And what will you and I do? We'll shake our heads in wonderment at their steering wheel-less car much like our grandparents or great grandparents must have done when, on their horse drawn buggy of yesteryear, they saw Henry Ford's horseless carriage go past them down the street.