


I wrote this because some things needed to be said. I wrote this because you shouldn’t go around breaking children’s hearts in the name of being kind of famous. I also wrote this because many reviews are from young adults perspectives and I thought a child/parent perspective would be good. I think there is much to learn from the mistakes that were made.
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So I began writing my post about MineCon and it very quickly became a novel. It’s not really my style to write long drag out posts so here I am with a much shorter recap of the entire event.
Skylar and I made it to Las Vegas and checked into the Mandalay Bay around 3pm on Thursday. We went over to the convention center and registered that evening for MineCon. I remember buying my tickets and not receiving any instructions on how to actually GET my tickets so I hoped my name and an ID would help. Kids 13 and up needed ID as well apparently, this was never told to me, but they let Skylar have his badge anyway. The line was long and I was grateful not to have to enter it again.
We received our Creeper schwag bag filled with some cool stuff… minecon schwag. We also received a Jones soda with custom Minecraft labels. Well, I mean one of them did, the other had a normal label. Why didn’t ALL the promo soda reflect the event? I have no idea.
The next day we grabbed our schedules and headed to the convention center. I have heard many, many complaints over how the whole thing was organized and I have a few of my own. I want you all to know that we had a FABULOUS time. You see, wherever we go we tend to bring our own fun and no matter how poorly organized this event was we would have had fun anyway.
The opening ceremony was wonderful. The whole crowd was laughing and cheering and having a GREAT time. People are on Reddit complaining about the speaker, Minecraft Chick Lydia Winters. I have no idea why, people can just be so nasty sometimes. She was so awesome and the whole opening ceremony was the best part of the whole thing for me. Watch it here.
The rest of the convention was typical of any convention. Vendors, sponsors, exhibitors, swag and cool décor. However, the event very quickly turned into LineCon. The lines for anything were hours long. That means the merch booth, the autograph sessions, and the scavenger hunt. I understand that at conventions lines will be long, but it was way out of hand. WAY, WAY out of hand. The organization of the event left much to be desired. We hopped in line for a limited edition Creeper toy that I wanted to bring home Milo. We stood there for an hour and a half only to be told the room was closing so that they could start the opening ceremony I spoke about above. I was less than thrilled, but tried to let it brush off of me. I don’t think I have to say that I never did get one of those toys since I couldn’t make it back to the line in time.
On Friday night, I got in line to try and get an autograph from Notch (Minecraft creator) for Skylar. We were 3 people and the last in line. An extremely rude volunteer told us the line was closed and we had to leave. I heard we should have gotten a ticket to get preferential line status the next day but these were not given to us.
On Saturday was the Yogscast panel. Yogscast is Skylar’s absolute favorite YouTube channel. He idolizes these guys. He wants to BE those guys and has talked about starting his own similar channel. It was promised to the attendees that they would announce where the Yogscast would be signing autographs, but it never was. As it turns out they gave out 100 tickets for autographs as a surprise and that was it. 5000 in attendance. 100 tickets. So yeah, “SURPRISE!!! You didn’t get one.” By the time Skylar there and found out he did not get a ticket he was torn apart. Tears. Anger. Everything. When the signing was done, Simon, Lewis, & Hannah (Yogscast) didn’t even look in the direction of all the kids standing there behind the ropes who didn’t get tickets. Not a wave. Not a smile. Not a thanks for watching us guys. Nothing. I saw the crushed looks on about 20 kids faces and I cried myself. What they did was just not right. Not right at all. The volunteers were actually apologizing for them.
See, he’s 13 and spent his own money to buy his ticket, brought his pick axe to be signed by 3 people and couldn’t get near any of them. He looks up to these guys so much and they all made themselves so freaking unavailable during the convention that I wondered why they held MineCon in the first place. The things that were promised did not happen, and if they did it I always had to find out by word of mouth. Right down to the super cool swag bag I was supposed to get for being a speaker. Don’t get me wrong, I love the custom soda bottle I received, but it wasn’t what I was promised. They didn’t even give it to me, I had to go looking for it.
We had so much fun in between all the disappointments, but I just feel those disappointments didn’t have to happen. It could have been different. I was a panelist at this convention and I never even met anyone from the Mojang team that put it together. I didn’t get an introduction, a thank you, or an acknowledgement from anyone. I just showed up, did my thing and that was it. I got a soda that I had to go looking for.
So, let’s get to the awesome parts. The décor totally rocked. Someone had built all the Minecraft characters out of wood and they stood all around the convention hall. Let’s face it, being in a room with 5000 people all passionate about the same thing is sort of exhilarating! I met and saw so many awesome people. Of course I had many of my unschool buddies to hang out with but I was just shocked at how many kids were there with their parents! And parents that played the game! Just amazing. Tiffani and I spent some time hooping with Steve and Creeper heads on down in the convention center. Skylar made some friends that I just know will last a long long time.

The panel went absolutely amazing. I was very nervous as it took a very academic tone, but I settled into my skin and made some great points. I think I even inspired a few people toward unschooling. I’ll post the podcast or video as soon as it becomes available.
The after party at Club XS with Deadmau5 was just totally surreal. I’m still wondering if it was real. It was really fun to hoop by the pool and geekify this fancy club for a night. The muggles were totally mystified by the geekery in the room. I think they dropped the strict dress code just for the evening.
People are asking me if the convention was worth the money. I think I would still say yes, but Skylar feels really cheated. He says he had a great time, but much of that fun was had outside the convention. So the entire trip was 100% absolutely worth it for me and maybe75% worth it for Skylar. If he knew that he wouldn’t be able to meet his favorite people and get autographs he may not have gone at all. Like I said, what was promised didn’t happen. I’m so glad he did go though as he made some unforgettable connections.

I just wish that we could have left it there and not experienced the airing of dirty laundry between Yogcast and Notch. You can read all about that on Reddit. Honestly, I felt that they all sort of acted like divas when it came to their celebrity status. We even tried to talk to Notch at Club XS but his entourage whisked him away and wouldn’t let us near him like he was Tom Cruise or something. Strange behavior since Prince Harry didn’t seem to mind being around people at the club.
Will I go again? Yeah… I totally would. It’s just really hard for me not see the obvious failures that happened at MineCon. It’s also hard to me to watch my child have his heart broken. We missed the closing ceremony because of it. I do hope they learn from their mistakes. But I’ve learned too. I’ve learned I have to be careful with my expectations and to see the red flags from the beginning. Other people had worse experiences than us, and others have better. It wasn’t across the board terrible.
I’m still giddy with excitement, but it’s less about MineCon and more about friendships and sharing some amazingly good times with the people I love. You know who you are.

I covered so little of our trip in the post. As usual, feel free to ask me anything.

Well if you’ve ever doubted my inherent geekiness, then it should be solidified now. I keep saying I’m taking my 13 year old to MineCon at the Mandalay Bay Resort in Las Vegas, NV. However, I’m just as excited as he is!
What is MineCon you ask? Well… MineCon is the very first, 2 day conference of everything Minecraft. Yes! And if that isn’t enough, I’ve been chosen to be on an education panel with 5 other people, all from various forms of academia. I’m super excited to be able share my experiences with gaming from a life learning perspective.
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Some of your kids have already done the trick or treating thing. Some will do it today. Most will probably knock on doors tomorrow on Halloween, but almost all will have bags full candy for sorting, trading, playing with and ultimately EATING. This last part puts fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. ALL THAT CANDY. Sugar, food dye, cavities, and meltdowns, oh my!
So how are YOU planning to handle it this year? Oh wait, let me rephrase. How are you going to handle YOURSELF this year. Because ultimately, you have no business doing anything with the Halloween candy that your child doesn’t explicitly want you to do. It’s not your candy. Let me repeat myself.
So, now that we’ve established that, please step away from the loot. Can you think of any other person you would treat that way? Would you take control of someone else’s abundance and then tell them how much they can have, and when they can have it? No. You probably wouldn’t and you’re child’s Halloween candy is no different.
You have no excuse now. Your kid won’t be poisoned and probably won’t be stuck in the lip by a needle. We’ve been through that. So what now? Why is it that parents are getting ready to divvy up the Halloween candy and how are they going to do it? There’s probably a million different ways parent’s try handle this situation, and I want to know one thing. What on earth is this accomplishing? Sometimes it helps to think of it in terms of the message you are sending.
Um… No.
If you take away, hide, or control the candy, you are creating the forbidden fruit effect. Any object that someone wants can be turned into the forbidden fruit simply by that person feeling or knowing they can’t or shouldn’t have it. If you take away the candy and preach how bad it is for them, they will want more. And they will likely find a way to have more and sneak it in the future. Forbidden fruit can also create sneaky children.

If you’re thinking that I’m suggesting you let your kids keep their candy wherever they want and eat it whenever and consume however much they want then, you’re RIGHT. See here’s the thing, your kids don’t want to feel sick anymore than you do. Your kids don’t want to have nightmares any more than you do. Your kids don’t really want to displease you. Yet, holiday after holiday parents still take away the candy in the name of belly aches, nightmares and bad behavior. Kids should be trusted and encouraged to care for their own bodies, but how can they do that when they are never given the chance? Your fears are just that; YOUR fears. Here are a couple ideas how to handle those fears this Halloween.
I hope you have a super fun, awesome, candy filled Halloween!

Here we are again! It’s October! Halloween is just 3 days away and I just know all you moms and/or dads are working frantically to get your kids costumes finished so you can start your own, right? This year I’m going as myself. But if you’re in the market for a quick costume try these on for size:
Really? Since when did we need so many guidelines when playing dress-up? I mean at first glance, it all seems to be fairly good advice right? Well, no. Think about the message this graphic sends. Halloween is DANGEROUS. Make sure you can see! Don’t catch on fire! Don’t trip! Make sure everyone can see YOU! Inspect your candy… you never know!
In the “safety alert” they also mention that you should “avoid costumes made with flimsy materials and outfits with big, baggy sleeves or billowing skirts.” Sorry Princess, you’re going to have to be an 80’s aerobics instructor this year. I wouldn’t want your flimsy clothing and billowy skirt to go up in flames from knocking on people’s doors.
Here’s the best part of the “alert”. Ready?
“Treats: Warn children not to eat any treats before an adult has carefully examined them for evidence of tampering.”
So we’ve probably been hearing this since WE were children… right? My mom used to cut my apples I got from trick or treating in case there were needles or razor blades inside. But has anyone ever wondered what this was all about? There must be a lot of reports of poisoned candy and injuries from projectiles in the fruit, right? Wrong.
There have been about 80 tracked cases razor blades and needles in food since 1959. Most of those were hoaxes and only about 10 ever led to injury. That’s TEN injuries from tampering with Halloween food in the last 52 years and this independent government agency wants all parents sifting through their child’s Halloween candy in search of tampering!? Puh-lease.
And BTW, as far as Snopes in concerned, there is no evidence of a “genuine Halloween poisoning”. None. Zilch. Nada.
You could get hit by a car, you could catch on fire, you could be stuck in the lip by a needle, or you could be poisoned. For Christ’s sake… YOU COULD DIE!

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Happy Halloween!!!

Inspiration: Reason Magazine
So, it’s probably no big secret that I’m a pretty big Ron Paul supporter. He’s the one guy that I find to be consistent, honest, and most in line with my personal values. I suppose any bubble deserves a little poking now and again and that’s exactly what happened when I was sent this article. I was told the article was very “telling” and from the title alone I could tell that I was about to find out that he was a “hypocrite” too. *sigh* I really didn’t want this to happen, but I read on. The following is my response. I was pretty happy with what I found and all the research I did, so I really wanted to put this here even though it was originally on Facebook.
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Not only is this article really weak, I’m not even going to respond to the first 3 paragraphs. I don’t see the picture the writer is trying to paint with that. I don’t have a problem with any of it.
Promising to take an objective look, here is my response to the article by paragraph (quotes from various other places, are in italics)
Paragraph 4:
Voted YES on requiring negotiated Rx prices for Medicare part D.
“Proponents support voting YES because:
This legislation is an overdue step to improve part D drug benefits. The bipartisan bill is simple and straightforward. It removes the prohibition from negotiating discounts with pharmaceutical manufacturers, and requires the Secretary of Health & Human Services to negotiate. This legislation will deliver lower premiums to the seniors, lower prices at the pharmacy and savings for all taxpayers.
It is equally important to understand that this legislation does not do certain things. HR4 does not preclude private plans from getting additional discounts on medicines they offer seniors and people with disabilities. HR4 does not establish a national formulary. HR4 does not require price controls. HR4 does not hamstring research and development by pharmaceutical houses. HR4 does not require using the Department of Veterans Affairs’ price schedule.”
Of course, when it described the reasons people vote “no” it contradicted the answer above and did indeed mention “price controls”. If we were to understand why Ron Paul voted “no” we would have to completely read the bill to understand it myself, which I have not done.
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Paragraph 5:
Drug reimportation benefits seem to be widely a matter of opinion. And again it seems to be an interpretation of the bill.
He stated this, “Drug reimportation is critical to lowering prices,” Paul stated. “Reimportation allows American consumers, particularly seniors, to benefit from worldwide price competition. It’s outrageous that the FDA does not permit U.S. citizens to reimport drugs that sell for 30 to 300 percent less outside our borders. The pharmaceutical companies should not be allowed to profit by this government-enforced price fixing. How much longer should American consumers be expected to pay much higher prices for identical drugs available in Europe, Canada, and Mexico for a fraction of the cost?”
I would guess that Paul’s interpretation of this bill is vastly different than those who oppose it.
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Ahhh…. The pork. Which sucks. Not really what I wanted to be reading. What I found were a few quotes about how for a time he took a “can’t beat em join em” attitude. While I disagree with this “pork”, it doesn’t confuse me. I still think his spending and voting record is a far cry from any other candidate. If you take a look at his earmarks (pork) you will see:
If you take a look at his earmarks (pork) you will see: there are no bridges to nowhere, no land improvements in an area that backs up to his home to improve his property value, no paybacks for contributions. There are infrastructure appropriations, concern about health issues, concern about the economy in his district. (an opinion I am borrowing from the Daily Paul that I %100 agree with). For a bit he seemed to take on the opinion of well, if their going to hand out the money we might as well get back what we paid in. Or something like that.
It’s also been stated that every single bill he had earmarked was probably so full of pork that he probably also voted “no” against it. Yeah, I know… not terribly honorable since he had his own pork in their anyway… but it’s worth mentioning. It’s also worth mentioning that “Ron Paul is 100% for transparency in bills, including earmarks; 100% against self-serving earmarks; 100% for Congress “reading” bills in their entirety.” (Daily Paul)
I don’t know why blips in people’s records make them hypocrites. Am *I* a hypocrite because I once thought public school was the best thing for my child and NOW I champion unschooling? No, I don’t think so. We live…. we learn. But you can formulate your own opinions regarding the inconsistencies in his career.
I don’t care if he doesn’t always line-up perfectly with libertarians. I don’t care if a well known libertarian walks away from supporting him. What I have always noticed about Ron Paul is that he stays true to his own principles. He has stood both with AND against Reagan. That is not a secret. He talks about it at national televised debates. The ads aren’t deceptive they are stretched at best and made by his campaign to capture people’s attention. Not a huge deal for me.
I can’t look at his record and call him a hypocrite. That’s ridiculous. I CAN however look at his record and see that it stands pretty strong to MY values, and is the most consistent record of ANY of the candidates that are in the running today. So while I learned something new that I hadn’t known before… my vote still goes to the man with the plan, Ron Paul.
I finally did something I’ve been planning on doing for quite some time. I’ve been a journal writer since I was a little kid. I can remember my first diary having some sort of spring lock. It was pink and I was in elementary school. That’s all I can recall. I’ve owned a bazillion more journals since then. I’m sure they all just went to the trash bucket eventually, though I can’t remember doing anything specific with any of them, until I was an adult anyway. I have been holding onto journals since about 1996. In those journals are many pieces of my life. Usually the entries take negative tones. I tend to journal only the negative or if I’m feeling generally shitty. I wrote every single day for years after graduating high school. In the last few years, my journaling has tapered off to almost non-existent. It’s a testament as to how I feel about my life right now. Fucking spectacular. No need to journal any of it. It rocks!

One day, someone told me that each time they finished a journal they burned it and that desire very quickly became my own. I mean, I would NEVER, EVER want anyone EVER to read my private journals. EVER. I’m no Anne Frank. I’m not documenting much of anything except the craziness I have felt in my brain over the years. No one will be publishing my diaries after I die. They’ll probably be wondering why that woman wasn’t committed long ago. Journaling for me, is where I found clarity in my darkest hours. Even if a few of those hours were pining over no-good-piece-of-shit men and fights I had with my mother. It all seems so trivial now.
As fall descended upon me this year I felt another inner shift. I constantly thought of those 15 years worth of journals and all the things I had written and how much I wanted the satisfaction of watching them burn. It could be so deeply satisfying… knowing that no one would ever be in a position to read my deepest thoughts and knowing that I’ve moved on.

I was right. It was. Deeply. Satisfying.

I’m not raising my son Milo to be the best Surgeon in the world. I’m not raising him to be a world renown Author. I’m not raising my boys to be the next Jonas Brothers. I’m raising my son Milo to be the most fulfilled Milo that there is in the whole wide world. Milo knows best, at every waking moment of his life, what it is that will make his life joyful, and full. Who am I to tell him otherwise?
All people have opinions and biases. It makes us human. Even if it’s your job to be unbiased, it’s still there. That news reporter still votes. That referee still has a favorite team. There’s no avoiding it.
Growing up, there were a lot of things I inherited from the adults in my family. We were poor, so there was always an emphasis put on making a lot of money when I was older. My step-father, and my father, who both worked in construction, would often tell me “Don’t be an idiot like me, push a pencil when you get older, be a lawyer or an accountant or something.” Having heard that statement so much growing up, doing physical work became something I saw as bad, and that you should avoid if possible. I learned that the ultimate goal was to make lots of money, without a lot of physical work. Money is nice, but there are certainly no shortage of unhappy wealthy people in the world. If I was instead encouraged to formulate my own opinions, based on my own experiences, perhaps creating things and doing something that was physically challenging would have been very fulfilling for me.
Our parents shape our opinions in other ways too. While there were certain opinions I had inherited, there were others that were simply there in defiance of my parents (a topic for a whole separate article). My step-father, whom I lived with from about age 5 to 15, was a miserable bastard. In 10 years I don’t think we had 2 conversations. Many of my opinions growing up were just there so that I was the opposite of him. He liked football, so I grew to dislike football. He liked hunting, so I hated hunting. He liked Led Zeppelin, so, sadly, I hated Led Zeppelin. As it turns out, in my adult life, these are all things I do now enjoy to varying degrees.
What is the fundamental difference in our household then?

We are nurturing our children’s inner voice and making it strong, rather than replacing it with our own voice.
Sometimes it’s about listening, even when it’s a topic you haven’t been interested in. And don’t fake it, your kids see right through that. Be genuinely interested in The Power Rangers, or whatever they are building in Minecraft. When they have an interest, even if that is very different than your own, feed it.
Their musical interests may not be your cup of tea, but don’t talk badly about it. Recognize that there is something about it that connects with them. Your music might be very different, but connects with you in a similar way. I’m not saying it’s easy. After all, my oldest son Skylar really doesn’t like the poor recording quality of a lot of my older DIY punk rock albums, and prefers a more polished product. The sometimes difficult task we have is to find that line, and give information, not push your opinion. It’s the difference between “That music is so commercial and without feeling” and “What I like about this album is the raw emotion and energy.”
I try hard to make sure my kids don’t just get my biases and opinions simply because I am their father. If we feel the same way about something, that’s great, but I want it to be because they’ve given that particular thing some thought. Be it religion, politics, or their taste in music, I want it to be their own. We’re letting them develop their own opinions based on their life experiences, not my past life experiences, and that is one of the greatest gifts we can give them as their parents.
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In 1986, 100 teams got together in Delaware and formed the very first annual Pumpkin Chunkin event in the US. The idea snowballed across rural America and teams of people started building machines to chuck pumpkins as far as a pumpkin could possibly go. The event even landed it’s own show on Discovery.

My favorite! Not all were medieval in style like this one, but they did all appear to be various forms of a trebuchet.
Coolest. Shit. Ever.
So when a friend emailed our local homeschool group about the Snohomish Pumpkin Hurl and Medieval Faire that was happening up in Everett, WA I knew we had to get to it. Despite my worrying about being too late to see anything good, we made it just in time to see the last round of pumpkins sailing through the air at unimaginable heights and distances. I can’t even explain the EXPLOSION of pumpkin as the flying gourd hit the ground!
How perfect an idea to couple this event with a small, one day medieval faire! I mean if you like that sort of thing. It’s probably a bad idea to expose the kids to things like:
Knights

Archery

Foam weapons. They REALLY hate those foam weapons.

Because the next thing you know they will be dragging you all over the place trying to make you shoot arrows at people dressed in armor. And no one likes having fun when there is violence involved, especially not TJ.

Two head shots. One arrow. For realz.
There was about 200 people there when we arrived and this little festival was so worth the trip. I hope to see it grow over the years, but I did love that it was tiny. Being just outside a city over 100,000 people the size of the event was big welcome surprise. This new experience definitely deserves a repeat. Can’t wait until next year!

(Scroll to the bottom for the recipe)
Step 1: Find a Clam bed.

Bay Center/Willapa KOA 6 acre clam bed in Washington.
Step 2: Dig for clams!

We've never been digging clams before and didn't know what to expect. We all went barefoot or with flip flops, except Shane who wore boots. Shane was the only one to get pinched by a huge crab... in the hand!

Smaller clams were just 2 inches under the surface, but the farther out we went the deeper and larger the clams!
Step 3: Start your campfire!
Get a nice hot bed of coals going. Flames are fine, but I don’t think a big roaring fire is a good idea. It will be too hard to move around the foil packets and you risk burning the contents.
Step 4: Get you’re ingredients together while you wait for the wood to burn down.
You will need: (printable recipe PDF)
Instructions:

Oh. So. Yummy.
The flavor is heavenly! If you try out this recipe or change it up I’d love to hear about it!
