As I've mentioned in this space before, I'm an old man now. It's time to start publishing my gripes.

We decided to sail to Mandeville, a town that's usually four or five hours from our home dock. It's a pretty standard trip for us, but this one spirals into nuttiness.

After being mostly away the past two weeks, our kids started camps this week. Vanya is doing dance, arts, and music at a camp that he seems to be enjoying quite a bit. Kolya is going to one that seems pretty similar to preschool. Let's face it, though. Preschool is a day-long session of dicking around in fun ways that also happen to be educational for little kids. Drawing, Play-doh, songs. It's a pretty good day compared to yours and mine.

Today is Vanya's gotcha day, so happy day to a wonderful, kind-hearted, enthusiastic kid who has an amazing ability to make people smile. Our tradition is that the kids get to do pretty much what they choose...

I keep hearing something that is turning me into a deranged, foamy-mouthed lunatic. I'm not sure if this has just started, or if I've just started noticing. But I keep hearing people say "bolth" instead of "both." Are these maniacs stooges for the "L" lobby? Also, comments on a podcast, some journalism, and a sailboat electronics installation. It's not as disjointed as it sounds.

This year, I moved the site to a new web host for the first time. Since theskinny was the very, very first thing I ever did on the internet, it's chok-a-block full of pages that were developed really, really wrong. That means that pretty much every page, feed, menu, and link broke when I moved domains.

A double post, first going into how I'm older than shit, and then followed by some cute daddy-blog crap.

A big nerdy reflection, a little Three's Company content, and then an out-of-the-blue joke that really hits.

My out of state friends might be lead to believe that Mardi Gras is a long weekend in February. In fact, it goes on and on forever. Technically, Carnival starts on Kings Day (January 6) every year, and runs to a date that is chosen with some relation to Easter, which we all know comes from a ritual that the Pope does featuring chicken blood and full moons. I went to public school, so that's about all I know on how Easter gets scheduled.

I gotta start checking in on Nancy Grace again. Her intro for 2 Chainz is the funniest clip I've seen in a while. Also she's batshit crazy. If the intro isn't enough to break you up, listen to her say "Smoking a big fat doobie" at 2:12.

In preschool a couple of weeks ago, Kolya's class made gingerbread men. When they went out to play, the teachers hid them, and they told the kids that the cookies came to life, ran around the classroom, and dared the kids to find them. The kids looked all over, inside and out, and they couldn't find the runaway gingers.

For a number of weeks, three-year-old Kolya has insisted that Anna from Frozen has a line in a song where she sings, "Pain in the Ass." I found that to be a highly dubious claim, and when I caught him watching it after work yesterday, I asked him to give me a call when the "Pain in the Ass" part comes on.