Sorry it's been such a long hiatus. We've been here doing our regular stuff, and doing an extra good job of hiding from the camera. We had mid-winter break this past week which was okay--we didn't do much--watched a bunch of movies and went to the store for potato chips. Papa reminded us that money can be exchanged for goods and services, and we think potato chips are the greatest good of all. You can try to argue with us, but you'll lose. For behold, the terrible crunch of the potato chip defeats all.
We've been steadily expanding Stupidopolis (Trademark, patent pending) and the game is getting more and more complicated. Some day we'll have to actually write down all the directions and get rich off the proceeds.
Happy leap year. Don't forget to set your calendars one day ahead.
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Right after Nana's visit the snow started falling and it didn't stop for a couple of days. What this meant for us was that we had a 2 hour school week. Before we get too happy about it though, we face the prospect of an extension onto the end of the school year to make up for the missed days. Foul! Snow days should not need to be made up! [Ed. note: Seattle Public Schools owes us for the missed child care they should have provided.]
At most, we got about 9 inches, and it basically stayed around due to the cold temps. And that, ladies and germs, was our winter.
The snow flurried a little, that's how it managed to cover the BBQ which is under cover from the balcony above. It didn't stop papa from BBQing anyway. Hooray!
Leading up to Valentime's day a little birdie whispered into our ear that it would good politics to send out strategic valentimes, so construct and send we did. If we missed you, tough beans. As papa likes to annoyingly sing, "just be thankful, for what you've got..."
Ah gluestick--no horses died in the making of this valentime.
As was said above, a quest was embarked upon in search of the wild potato chip. We stalked our prey in the land of Safeway. Spying it, we cornered it, purchased it, bagged it and ate the contents of its sleek body. Yummy.
New high score on papa's airplane landing game! Now maybe I'll be qualified to become and air traffic controller after they go out on strike again and get fired. I'm pretty good at getting planes out of the air, I average only one crash for every 57 landings, but that includes jets, private planes and helicopters (which account for most of the collisions). I figure nobody really cares about the helicopter crashes so FAA, here I come!
Copyright 1997-2012, The Berman Brothers, Willie and Teddy. All rights reserved.
1/15/2012
Snow! Finally. Well, we really only got about an inch and a half, but in our neighborhood that should mean that we'll have snow around for the next month or so. It can't be very bad because papa took the car our this afternoon to go to a wedding at the shul.
Nana came to visit and we had loads of cookies and other treats for people who came by for visiting and dinners and stuff. Thankfully, we got to sample them too, early and often.
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I could learn a thing or two from nana, like now I can be a two fisted cookie eater. COOKIE!
Okay, back to our calm outward appearance as we plan for world domination. Step one, control the banks. Step two, control the oil companies. Step three, return our library books on time. Step four, eat celebratory cookies. What has any of this got to do with two guys reading books on a couch? Slow news week, obviously.
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Nana came to visit and we had loads of cookies and other treats for people who came by for visiting and dinners and stuff. Thankfully, we got to sample them too, early and often.
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I could learn a thing or two from nana, like now I can be a two fisted cookie eater. COOKIE!
Okay, back to our calm outward appearance as we plan for world domination. Step one, control the banks. Step two, control the oil companies. Step three, return our library books on time. Step four, eat celebratory cookies. What has any of this got to do with two guys reading books on a couch? Slow news week, obviously.
Copyright 1997-2012, The Berman Brothers, Willie and Teddy. All rights reserved.
Scroll down to the bottom for pages from the site's beginning in 1997.
1/1/2012
Happy Chanukah. Happy Solstice. Happy New Year everybody. Rejoice -- the days are getting longer. Good thing, too -- since it's fully dark at, like, 4:30 pm, our parents think it must be time for us to go to bed. (To that we say, Feh! It's winter break -- clocks are irrelevant.)
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One of the fun things we did during Grandma and Grandpa's visit was make cream puffs and decorate cookies... er, no, TWO of the fun things.... and here are two loyal members of the Quality Qontrol Qommittee, reporting for duty.
Unlike how our Mom learned how to make cookies in Home Ec ("first you take the pre-made dough..."), WE make our dough from scratch. Er -- scratch that; Grandma makes the dough from scratch, and we step in for the fun parts.
Sponge... scalpel... clamp...
Any time you're ready, cookies...
Artists at work, carrying on the family tradition.
We're a mostly cooperative team, sharing colors and so forth, though our specific styles are still evident.
Spécialités de la maison. Try to guess...
...which artiste....
...came up with which chef d'oeuvre. (And who put their cookies on top of a comic book?!?)
Ah, the festival of lights... and books... and (trying not to) laugh(s).



Our neighbors bring us special December cookies every year (yum!). This year we invited them to come decorate with us. We don't have pix of their cookies, but trust us, these girls know how to wield colors!
A guy can get self-conscious after a while.
Time to relax after a harrowing day of play. (Thanks Esther for letting us share your couch.)
Sixth night already?? We need more latkes.
I wonder what would have happened if the Maccabees had all insisted on lighting their own chanukiot...
...seems like the holiday would be a bit shorter.
Happy 2012 everyone! Can we go to sleep now? How do you turn down the volume on all those fireworks?
I know I won't sleep a wink -- but I just couldn't resist!
What are you staring at -- doesn't everyone get a celebratory direct-injected wallop of whipped cream on New Year's Day morning?
Copyright 1997 - 2012, The Berman Brothers-Willie and Teddy. All rights reserved.
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One of the fun things we did during Grandma and Grandpa's visit was make cream puffs and decorate cookies... er, no, TWO of the fun things.... and here are two loyal members of the Quality Qontrol Qommittee, reporting for duty.
Unlike how our Mom learned how to make cookies in Home Ec ("first you take the pre-made dough..."), WE make our dough from scratch. Er -- scratch that; Grandma makes the dough from scratch, and we step in for the fun parts.
Sponge... scalpel... clamp...
Any time you're ready, cookies...
Artists at work, carrying on the family tradition.
We're a mostly cooperative team, sharing colors and so forth, though our specific styles are still evident.
Spécialités de la maison. Try to guess...
...which artiste....
...came up with which chef d'oeuvre. (And who put their cookies on top of a comic book?!?)
Ah, the festival of lights... and books... and (trying not to) laugh(s).
Our neighbors bring us special December cookies every year (yum!). This year we invited them to come decorate with us. We don't have pix of their cookies, but trust us, these girls know how to wield colors!
A guy can get self-conscious after a while.
Time to relax after a harrowing day of play. (Thanks Esther for letting us share your couch.)
Sixth night already?? We need more latkes.
I wonder what would have happened if the Maccabees had all insisted on lighting their own chanukiot...
...seems like the holiday would be a bit shorter.
Happy 2012 everyone! Can we go to sleep now? How do you turn down the volume on all those fireworks?
I know I won't sleep a wink -- but I just couldn't resist!
What are you staring at -- doesn't everyone get a celebratory direct-injected wallop of whipped cream on New Year's Day morning?
Copyright 1997 - 2012, The Berman Brothers-Willie and Teddy. All rights reserved.
12/18/2011
Winter break and is here, and wouldn't you know, it HAS NOT snowed this season yet. It threatened to snow around Thanksgiving, but alas, not yet. We spent much of today holed up in my (Teddy's) room modifying our Stupidopolis (TM, patent pending) game where we make this city of legos and minifigs and then have epic battles involving legos, bears, pufferfish, land puffers, etc. Last weekend my friend Jules came over and spent the afternoon in Stupidopolis with us--we didn't emerge from the time we got home at 12:30 til when his parents came to get him at 6. It's a pretty involved game.
Grandma and Grandpa came to visit this week. We've been playing scrabble, making cream puffs (from scratch--thanks, Grandma--and having a generally delicious time. They brought in Snappy Dragon which they know we love, but due to these economic times, we don't get to very often. Since Willie was seemingly unaffected by jalapenos and thai chilis on his pizza, papa got habaneros last week. He diced up two of them and put them on Willie's pizza. Willie was practically choking it was so hot, and papa thought he was going to vomit, but he has a glass of milk to settle things down and managed to keep the whole business in his stomach for the duration. At least until the next morning when the bathroom seemed more inviting than the bus to school. Willie said he'd like to go back to thai chilis this week. When papa was making the pizza though, he said how about 1 habanero and some thai chili, which papa did and willie survived just fine--he even made it to the bus in the morning.
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Me and Grandma had a pretty good scrabble game.
I showed Grandpa some of my chemistry and math homework. He's an engineer so he can appreciate such things, unlike my parents.
Are you sure mommy belongs to you? She doesn't know anything about math. She says 'I'm an editor, you do the math.'
Our Christmas Cactus surprised us with a 2nd bloom. It must still be bathing in the afterglow of Bill's visit.
Speaking of afterglow, or afterburners, this habanero covered pizza is delicious.
Stay away from my scarf you marauder.
Leave me in piece so I can get this thing to 60 inches.
53 inches and counting--I should be done with this in no time, then I can start on the scarf for myself with the wool and that Grandma got me.
This is a regular day in Stupidopolis.
This is the very beginning of Stupidopolis in September. We can see the evil samurai Squonger buried under some guy's horse.
An epic battle or angry mob from the start of Stupidopolis.
Looks like someone's house is being attacked--not unusual. Just another day in Stupidopolis.
Top view of the attack.
Another view of the attack.
And now an overview of the present day Stupidopolis. My, how technology progresses.
Back view of Stupidopolis.
Close up of Teddy's house. Prisoners are stuck to suction cup bombs while the inside sports wifi and evil monkeys.
This shows the law enforcement squad, Paul's island and the arboretum, pronounced arbortorium by Teddy.
The view of McDullard's restaurant. On the menu today are cyanide laced happy meals for poisoning people with grease.
Copyright 1997-2011, The Berman Brothers, Willie and Teddy. All rights reserved.
Grandma and Grandpa came to visit this week. We've been playing scrabble, making cream puffs (from scratch--thanks, Grandma--and having a generally delicious time. They brought in Snappy Dragon which they know we love, but due to these economic times, we don't get to very often. Since Willie was seemingly unaffected by jalapenos and thai chilis on his pizza, papa got habaneros last week. He diced up two of them and put them on Willie's pizza. Willie was practically choking it was so hot, and papa thought he was going to vomit, but he has a glass of milk to settle things down and managed to keep the whole business in his stomach for the duration. At least until the next morning when the bathroom seemed more inviting than the bus to school. Willie said he'd like to go back to thai chilis this week. When papa was making the pizza though, he said how about 1 habanero and some thai chili, which papa did and willie survived just fine--he even made it to the bus in the morning.
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Me and Grandma had a pretty good scrabble game.
I showed Grandpa some of my chemistry and math homework. He's an engineer so he can appreciate such things, unlike my parents.
Are you sure mommy belongs to you? She doesn't know anything about math. She says 'I'm an editor, you do the math.'
Our Christmas Cactus surprised us with a 2nd bloom. It must still be bathing in the afterglow of Bill's visit.
Speaking of afterglow, or afterburners, this habanero covered pizza is delicious.
Stay away from my scarf you marauder.
Leave me in piece so I can get this thing to 60 inches.
53 inches and counting--I should be done with this in no time, then I can start on the scarf for myself with the wool and that Grandma got me.
This is a regular day in Stupidopolis.
This is the very beginning of Stupidopolis in September. We can see the evil samurai Squonger buried under some guy's horse.
An epic battle or angry mob from the start of Stupidopolis.
Looks like someone's house is being attacked--not unusual. Just another day in Stupidopolis.
Top view of the attack.
Another view of the attack.
And now an overview of the present day Stupidopolis. My, how technology progresses.
Back view of Stupidopolis.
Close up of Teddy's house. Prisoners are stuck to suction cup bombs while the inside sports wifi and evil monkeys.
This shows the law enforcement squad, Paul's island and the arboretum, pronounced arbortorium by Teddy.
The view of McDullard's restaurant. On the menu today are cyanide laced happy meals for poisoning people with grease.
Copyright 1997-2011, The Berman Brothers, Willie and Teddy. All rights reserved.
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