Emily Prime

Over the last two years, I've watched a short film called World of Tomorrow a couple of times. It's a cool, animated film that is both weird and futuristic. I believe it's only about fifteen to twenty minutes. I'll probably end up watching it again. How many more times? I don't know. Maybe, my clone from the future will come visit and tell me. It's on Netflix, if you're interested.

When I found the following video on YouTube, I noticed that the creator of this short film had other videos. I shall have to view them sometime. Maybe, I'll share one of those on THE NOT SO DAILY DUMP in the future.

Here's a teaser trailer for World of Tomorrow. Yes, it came out in 2015. (And, here's the link for email subscribers.)

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New Posts To Consume

I have recently published a post about the fire pit and patio that was constructed in my backyard. I'm looking forward to the time that I and others will get to spend enjoying it. Check out the post, "Come On Baby, Light My Fire." It's not too long but long enough to warrant it being its own post. Oh, and pictures! Who doesn't like pictures?

Another post I've recently published, "Living Gratitude And Other Positive Habits," dives into where my mind has been and is as of late. Personal development is a lifelong process, so get started. Don't wait. You don't have time to lose.

My family and I watched a movie called Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children a couple of weeks ago. I wrote about the experience in a post called "The Peculiar Children." It's not a synopsis or a review as much as the result of our watching and more and so on.

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Clarification Alert (And Disclaimer)

I realized after posting "Living Gratitude And Other Positive Habits" that someone not already familiar with my work schedule would question why working "ten of the last fourteen days" would be a big deal. After all, anyone with a Monday through Friday, forty-hour-a-week job would be doing that regularly. Also, why wouldn't having a habit that's done five mornings a week be mostly sufficient?

First off, my normal work schedule is Friday through Sunday, and I work twelve hour days. Any hours I work beyond that is overtime. When you consider that I only have six days off this July, you may see that it's been and will continue to be a busy month and an excellent time to take advantage of habit building as outlined in the post. July is generally the heaviest overtime month of the year. August will make up for it, though. As of now, the only day I plan on working overtime is the thirty-first. That should give us more time to do some family activities we've been holding off on before school starts.

Lastly, you may wonder why I don't talk about my day job more, or if I will in the future. The answer is simply no. I say what I have to and I keep it at that. It's a good job, but I keep my work life and my home life as separate as possible. The company I work for is a well-known, global, science-driven business. It's not my dream job, but it's not one to nonchalantly walk away from, either. I've learned a lot over the almost nineteen years I've worked there, and have met many great people, including my wife.

That is all for now or maybe ever.

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Goony Golf

The local mini-golf establishment that's been around this area for almost four decades has closed. I don't think anyone in the immediate area is looking forward to the "senior housing" going in. The way the city and the development company have changed the parameters of what this new property will be over the last year just makes those involved look suspicious.

I don't have a problem with "senior housing" or seniors for that matter. The shadiness comes in when you look at what the rules for those who can live in this development are going to be, and in reality, the outcome of it. That's why I've used quotes on "senior housing."

I don't think I want to get into it too much now. Perhaps, if I get cranky enough about it, I'll write a full-length, angry post. (Also, I'd rather see what happens with the new housing first, to see if our suspicions come true.) However, I don't want my blog to become a place where I go to complain about the world. Not too much, at least. There's enough negativity everywhere.

One interesting tidbit, though, is this local travesty got my politically motivated juices flowing again after many years of dormancy. Then I realized, why the hell would I want to get involved with politics. Even the good guys seem to somehow be framed up as jerks. I can do that on my own without the headaches of getting into the political sphere.

Lucky for us, we were able to get in one more round of mini-golf the last week that Goony was open. My wife will be glad I didn't go on at length in this post about how she wouldn't let me buy the place and be the hero of our city, about the vision I had for how to make it better than it was, about how it would have been the perfect business in which to have launched my other business ideas, about how she is the killer of dreams. Yes, she will be grateful.

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Shine That Spotlight, You Crazy Diamond

In this issue of THE NOT SO DAILY DUMP, I've decided to recognize my cousin, Douglas Ferrie. He lives in the Twin Cities of MN as well. He's been a visual artist for many years, starting when he was a kid. He's went to college for it, and he's got a job with House of Kolor as a Marketing Coordinator that takes him all over the world.

Just recently on Farcebook, I saw that he has been invited to be a featured artist at a show called "Savor" presented by RAW Minneapolis.

Find out more about the event and see some of his work by going to his profile page at the RAW Artists' site.

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Meet Me At The Sandlot

About a month ago, the fam' and I watched the classic movie, The Sandlot. My wife and I had seen it before, many years ago, but the kids hadn't ever. I received this movie for Father's Day, because my wife and I like to buy things and then figure out an appropriate time to distribute the purchases. I had to act surprised when I opened the DVD. It was mostly a purchase for the kids.

My toddler son was indifferent, my older son wanted to watch it, and my daughter didn't want anything to do with it. My wife and I made the executive decision that we were going to watch the movie. It didn't take long before both of the older kids were happily watching. It had been quite a few years since I'd seen it, and only once at that, and I was enjoying reliving the story. I'm sure it will be playing every now and then going forward, which is good, because that's the point of buying a DVD.

A day after we watched the movie, I believe I heard my oldest son jokingly call my daughter donkey lips. I think they now have a whole new repertoire of verbal take downs since those are pretty prevalent in the movie. I was at work earlier that day, but my wife said that they had wanted to watch it again (but then actually didn't). I have a suspicion that they are going to have them all memorized before next school year.

Who hasn't seen The Sandlot? If you need a nudge to do so, or if you just want to be a bit nostalgic, you should give this clip a view. It was hard to pick just one. (Hey email subscribers, give this blue line of text a click for some view-age.)

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