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The Molloy-verse - The junk drawer for my interwebs

This is the place where the snippets go. My interwebs junk drawer so to speak. I have too many other blogs that are themed but never seem to get any attention (from me). Here is a lazy opportunity to shove it all into a spot, cram it away, and then rediscover it later.

I'm a Gen-Xer who is reader of mainstream comics (mostly Marvel), short fiction, and obsessed with television. I'm also a huge New York Yankees and New York Rangers fan.

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March 1, 2010

LEGOs

I have a toddler and he has rekindled my love of LEGOs. Even though he is playing with DUPLOs (their larger cousin), the idea of dumping out blocks and building something crazy or interesting or different has brought back great feelings from my own childhood. I always knew they were cool but I forgot just how cool LEGOs are. Today I found (thanks to the New York Times' Abstract City blog), a great use of LEGOs. I LEGO N.Y. Go check it out, it's one of the coolest things I've seen in a while. I guess LEGOs are on the brain for me lately. There was even mention of them in the book I'm reading by Michael Chabon (Manhood for Amateurs).

My parents still have boxes of Legos from when I was a kid that I cannot wait to share with my son when he gets a little older. Personally, I'm going to enjoy building spaceships or castles as much as he does (at least for a while).

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December 22, 2009

Molloy-ness

There is a specific brand of smart-ass, sarcasm, ball busting that makes a Molloy. Case in point last night at the hockey game. My dad, uncle, and I were watching the pre-game skate when a puck hit a man and his female companion in the head (one puck two heads). While they were rubbing their heads, my dad picks up the puck (laughing) and says, "I could give you the puck, but I don't think I will." My uncle and I start laughing and the puckhead gets angry. My dad's response? "I'm sorry you got hit in the head, but don't act like I shot the god damn puck at your head."

While all of this is mildly troubling, it's a perfect example of the environment in which I was raised...

The (Molloy) moral of the story? If you don't want to be made fun of, don't get hit in the head with a puck at a hockey game.