Apropos Of The Other Bill

Some of you are probably wondering why my handle for comments is “Other Bill”.  The answer is not, in fact, that I am constantly dealing with a disorder of Humor of the 3rd Person Kind.

I, from time to time, will comment on blogs and message boards elsewhere.  I went my whole life never really encountering Bill’s outside my family.  Where there are Bill’s aplenty.  It’s true what they say.  The internet has everything.  I once found a rather atrocious sentiment attributed to myself as another Bill had logged in made some rather unkind comments.  I decided to take the plunge and embrace the notion that I would be Other Bill. 

Some of the folks whose blogs I follow are WordPress sites.  Now that I have a WordPress account, it automatically logs me in on their sites for comments.  To preserve my identity, I embraced my Otherness on my own blog. 

There you have it.  I guess I’m just in a very meta mood tonight.

Reflection Time

Well.  From time to time I feel compelled to share a bit of life outside of Claire here.  And, hey, that’s my prerogative.  But, the truth of it is that this has always been a project that I ultimately intend for Claire’s consumption.  And, life lessons.  Kid, I’ve got those in spades.

Some of you know I started a new job this week.  For those of you that don’t, hey, I started a new job this week.  I signed on as a security officer for a government contractor.  It’s better money than moving boxes for Barnes and Noble.  But, not quite burn the house down for fun and buy a new one kind of money.  Not quite at all.  That said, it’s a job that comes with more than a fair share of upward mobility.  The team I’m working with has a healthy cohort of folks in a position similar to mine.  And, you know.  It’s real nice to be with a group with such similar ends in mind. 

And, not just a professional job, but one with promise of genuine advancement, pay and responsibility, in a year.  While it isn’t exactly what I was looking for, it’s close enough that I’m more than satisfied with the choices it has created for me.  I’m fond of saying these days that you choose from the options you have, not the ones you’d like to have.  And the options these days are starting to resemble those that I’d like to have. 

So, you’ll understand that when I say it isn’t exactly what I was looking for, I mean to convey that this is alright.  New choices revitalize the passion that drives forward momentum.  And this place has that in spades.

That said, I’d like to note that my generally positive attitude through the long, long, long process has been consistent.  Regardless of the choices I’ve faced.  And, that’s an important distinction to which I’d like to draw attention.  I thought when I finished college, I’d be looking at the choices I’m looking at now.  Six years later, and a graduate program to boot, I’m finally looking at them.

In the fullness of time, all accounts will be settled.  That isn’t quite the cynical turn of phrase that most make it out to be.  Life is what happens in the fullness of time and you can only work with what you have.  Trials and tribulations; ups and downs.  It really does all balance out.  Although, I’ll readily admit that whilst experiencing a significant run of downs it sounds almost psychotic to pine continuously for the ups that must be coming. 

Point is, maybe those ups come.  And maybe they don’t.  But, you can’t let that destroy your general outlook on life.  It ain’t easy, bein’ so damned upbeat all the time.  But, now that ups appear to be coming my way I’m happy to look back and think about how I’ve done my best to enjoy every day and actually live it.  Life is what happens while you’re waiting.  And, I’ve a pretty good life.  It’s nice to look back and know I’ve worked to make this life that keeps me happy while waiting…working for professional satisfaction.

I appreciate, now, the notion that there are always higher professional goals to summit.  And, they’re a climb every time.  Your goals being persistently elusive is no excuse to walk around defeated.  So, come home at the end of the day to my wife and child?  That’s the life.  I may even put in a white picket fence.

“Did you see Lefors out there?” “No.” “Good, I thought we were in trouble for a minute.” 

I was rereading the post and this reference kept coming to mind.  Maybe a reference a bit grimmer than I mean to convey.  But, really.  How can you go wrong referencing an American film classic?

Dear Life

Conversely, I suppose we could have titled this post Balding Babies.  I figure Claire’s and mine hairlines are going to meet somewhere in the middle.  Okay, met.  Man, I’m telling you.  I saw footage of myself from above on the cctv last Friday at the Barnes and Noble.  That was one shiny dome.

Anyroad.  I was making some pasta a few days ago and Claire wanted to investigate.  I’m not sure if I’m complimented that she wanted to hold on to me for dear life, on account of her thinking I’m safe.  Or, maybe I’m offended that it appears her instinct was to assume I might toss her in the pot for a bit of…well.  She may be the sensible one.  Someone’s got to be.


I think this is good.  She loves the baby.  She picks it up.  Hugs it.  Pats it.  Drags it behind her by its leg.  Abandons it.  You know, you think kids don’t remember how they’re treated as babies.  One time.  One time you drag the baby around by the leg.

Before this, she brought me and the baby doll to the bathroom and handed me the baby shampoo bottle.  After I took it, she pointed at the baby’s head and said “Look!”  So, we’ve instilled some good habits.  Good with the bad, as they say.

Hide And Seek, Of A Sort

Yes.  That is Claire.  Hiding in a cabinet.  Werecabinet?  There cabinet.  I mean, the bathroom cabinet.  She proceeded to place herself under the sink, close the door and then throw it open and laugh like a maniac.  And then close the door.  With some quiet giggling.  Then throw it open it again laughing wildly.

I don’t think anyone really teaches babies to be so adorable.  But, oh my.  ADORABLE!

As she grows, I’m envisioning having a minature heart attack in a public place until Claire suddenly throws aside, say, some clothes on a rack and laughs wildly.  Will I think it’s so funny then?  Probably.  Probably.


Sometimes, after a hearty meal, the only thing a dad can do right is to let the Princess of the Galaxy tapdance like a crazy person on his stomach. 

So, Claire dances now.  When she hears a beat that catches her right she grabs a table and does her best Lucy in the Grape Stomp episode reenactment.  Which is her version of dancing.  Tonight, she had to tap dance on my chest to the beat of Countdown’s opening theme song.  I suppose taste is more nurture than nature.

The downside is that ocassionally the Princess of the Galaxy will tap dance on your throat instead of your, in my case, well padded mid section.  I like to think of her style as Tap Kung Fu. 

“Your Kung Fu is weak old man.” “Bah.”  “You’re soft Belly Style is no match for my hard Tap Style.” “It worked for Jack Black as the Panda.” “Wait, what?” “Movie reference.” “Take that!” “Auuuuggghhhhh.” “Castle of…” “Well played, child.”


“Where ya goin’ Claire?” “I’m movin’!” “…” “Hey.  Why won’t this thing go?”

So, Claire discovered shoeboxes.  And, apparently, the life of a hobo.  Can’t say that’s much of a necessity for her.  But, you know.  Life skills of any variety add flavor to every decision one makes.  So, I guess it’s good she’s starting so young at the bottom of the chain.  Why, she’s got the rest of her life to work her way on up.  Course, after imagination time was over, we tucked her into her high chair, fed her and then tucked her into her cozy bed with the blankets and Pooh Bear.