This Saturday we will be taking the kid out for a trick-or-treating excursion and my hope is that I can refrain from being exactly what the illustration infers – worried more about my email rather than enjoying the single Halloween he gets to spend as a two-year old.

Parental gut punch?

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I fully realize I run the risk of this coming off cheesy, but there are certain instances in life that won’t ever take much effort to recall. Of course the majors – wedding day, birth of children, death of loved ones, etc – will always be easily remembered, but I’m thinking in slightly less life-changing terms.

As much as I loved my truck I just parted ways with on Saturday, I can’t tell you what the license plate number was on it. Contrast that with the first vehicle I ever purchased, a red 1988.5 (yep, a half-year) Suzuki Samurai, that donned the Colorado state issued id of UEN1928.

Or there was my first attempt at plumbing, which was attempted at my shared residence/place of employment in college. And both were only spared due to the grace of God and the lucky fact that Lubbock Power & Light Services were open on a Sunday and equipped with a water main wrench. (I’ll detail this at a later date)

Fortunately for me, May 8th afforded another memory embedding.

To recent readers, you might want to catch up. A fantastic practical joke played by my dotcomrade Rob led to some great laughs around the Ross household.

A sad reminder no more. Today I get to add some new adjectives to my list of those describing Cameron Moll. I just don’t know what they are yet. They fall somewhere between “true champion” and “kind fellow.”

After my last post, an email exchange occurred between myself and the aforementioned designer-extraordinaire. He found the original exchange humorous enough to ask for my address with the promise of getting something out to make up for the original joke. I went ahead and sent it but assured him that there really wasn’t a need to worry about doing anything on this end. I was content with the small email exchange and just glad that he wasn’t bothered being an unwitting partner to our practical jokes.

Apparently, he wasn’t.

As I walked back up the driveway on May 8th, I noticed the above on our front porch. Having not ordered anything myself recently, my mind quickly wandered to what toy my kid was now receiving. Lucky for me, it wasn’t a toy and it wasn’t for the kid. The label read Cameron Moll, LLC and it didn’t take me long to remember back that he recently twitter’d about getting the second run of his incredible posters ready for shipping.

Unreal. I am truly humbled by the generosity (and talent) of Cameron Moll. A poster that he could have made a nice profit on was sitting on my doorstep unpaid for in both cost and shipping. Add one to the easily recalled memory bank. As stated above, I’m still at a loss for words. The poster is a beautiful as the pictures I’d seen of it showed, the signature adorning the bottom corner and the hand written note trying to make up for the original prank as if it were his fault; unreal. Or surreal.

The poster is still in the tube, waiting for me to be able to get it framed for the wall. I’ve spent the last ten days trying to come up with a way to repay. While I’ve thought of paying for the poster, I don’t think its something he would want. Any suggestions would be appreciated.

Cameron, if you happen to read this, suggestions from the source would of course be welcomed. One of the early vote-getters was an offer to do some wakeboarding with us if you and/or the family ever make it down the Dallas way but I hope to not settle on some can only occur under certain circumstances thing. Consider the lake time an open-ended invitation and not my attempted response for the gift.

I’ve rambled enough but hadn’t said the one thing that I should, a heartfelt thank you for your generosity and future stories to tell.

A few images below to share in my unpacking.

It took almost a year and a half (and the loss of said girlfriend) but I think Streeter got his revenge…

This one is by a buddy of mine and fellow dotcomrade, Aaron Garcia (and yes, his hair is that cool). Beautifully done, great cause.

So what are your plans for Valentine’s Day? http://www.5dollarwater.com/

V-Day – 5 Dollar Water from Aaron Garcia on Vimeo.

It made it to Twitter and then copied to Flickr within minutes and spread like wildfire from there.

Kudos to the pilot for saving lives. Kudos to the photographer for the shot and the share. Kudos to the net for changing the way I consume and learn.

wingsuit base jumping from Ali on Vimeo.

(via A Tiny Pixel)

Two things of note:
1. I love Vimeo. They do video better than any site out there.

2. I’m sorry for the lack of any communication the last few days. My MBP is at the doctor and I probably should have taken a trip myself. Working off this Dell reminds me constantly why the Mac market grows daily.

What is new is that for the first time this year our local Christian school, Grapevine Faith, played the kids from up north (armed guards, as always) and served them up a little of what I call God’s grace.

http://sports.espn.go.com/espnmag/story?section=magazine&id=3789373

Nice work, Lions. And LCS Warriors/LCHS Eagles/any other school that takes the time to host this team yearly. I guarantee even if the Gainesville players go 0-8 every year, they wouldn’t trade it for anything other than forgiveness and/or freedom.

I Am Second, gets it.

A ministry that concerns itself with both substance and style. One of the best presentations in any field I have seen in a long while.

If you’ve got some time, I’d recommend watching a story or two. Wonderfully crafted, beautiful messages.

Note: there seems to be some discrepancy in the published articles. Some sources have it listed as 73 while others list 37. Either way, it’s a fine accomplishment.