August 18, 2016

I recently watched Fuck Drop Downs, a wonderfully put together presentation about a dying UI element. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it. Eric Campbell and Golden Krishna exemplify what presenting should be, so it’s worth watching even if you don’t know or care about what a drop down is.

Since watching it, I’ve noticed I’m pushing myself to use elements that might make more sense than a drop down in many cases. So, thanks for that you two.

I’ve also found myself taking a particularly keen notice to drop downs across the internet, albeit on desktop, mobile, iPad, etc.

While filling out an application for a new apartment for Benton, Beth and I, I came across this beaut. The ol’ “you can’t choose your actual birth month until you take the second step of choosing your birth year.”

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It makes total sense.

And while this isn’t a drop down, I thought I’d leave it here as it was part of the same flow a screen or two later.

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Yep, that checkbox is inactive, yet checked. It looks like I’ll be clicking an unsubscribe link sometime in the near future. #SMH

Silly designers.

August 16, 2016

Ugh, you officially caught your first case of pink eye. Mom took you to see Sara and sure enough, she confirmed it. I don’t think I’ve ever had conjunctivitis, so I can’t say that I know what you’re going through. What I can say is how awesome it is to see you still smiling, laughing, and running around despite your beautiful eyeballs being nearly glued shut.

Here’s to hoping the eyedrops you hate nip it in the bud and it doesn’t last too long.

Love you buddy,


August 6 and 7, 2016

One of the best things I’ve ever seen; you in a backpack, strapped to your mother’s (and my) back.

We hadn’t been to Yosemite yet, despite having lived in the great state of California for over four years. We figured there’s no better time to see it than an impromptu trip in August.

We were wrong. Not only are the waterfalls not nearly as spectacular, but it’s also remarkably hot. Something that you took exception to (I don’t blame you, you run hot like your old man).

Despite that though, you were a champion, the whole trip, with ne’er a cry or peep, and Yosemite was still as beautiful as I imagined it. Below are a few pics. I’m sure you’ll see the entire album at some point when you’re older when your mother or I show you those boooooring family trips and such when you were a babe.

Love you buddy,


My two favorite things. Me and you making faces at each other in a meadow. A hoard of Chinese tourists who couldn't get enough of you. :) Yosemite Falls. That hair, so sweaty, and so hot. Why not cool off with a pickle? You, laughing it up on mom's back. You. Were. Tuckered. Out.