Toni, long-suffering organizer of the chronically disorganized, sky-diver extraordinairre, skilled puppy-trainer, drives the kids to early-morning seminary (6 am) to piano lessons (7:30 am), to school, to work, to the shopping mall... She never stops driving! Her other 12 hours a day go into Computer Literacy, a thriving company she cofounded in her home.
Little did she know when she married a MacAskill that her family's credo would become
Never a Dull Moment. "Occasionally, I'd like to relax" she sighs. The rest of the family rushes by and says "huh?"
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Don, cyber studmuffin network engineer turned game designer, has moved to Dallas and taken his dream job at ritual entertainment, designing Sin.
Read all about it from one of Don's updates, or read the press coverage. You can also take a look at the web page he created when he was 19, and the one to celebrate his dad's bday three years ago.
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Mormon Missionary to exotic Salvador, Brazil, is currently on medical leave -- living at home, playing games, playing some more games, sleeping, and playing games.
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He designs cool web pages, accounts for 30% of all IRC traffic on the net, gets the girls, and generally turns our house into Grand Central Station with his friends coming and going. It's a time-honored tradition for him to hang out with his older brother Don. Did I mention he gets the babes? (More girls.)
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Mark, athlete turned Quake addict, runs cross country, plays Quake, gets the grades at school, plays Quake, never misses a school project, and plays Quake. When he's not playing Quake, he can take you on a tour of every other PC game on the market.
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 Anne, cookie monster extraordinaire, the peacemaker among our rowdy and motley crew, plays piano, talks on the phone about boys, plays soccer, talks about boys on the phone, plays softball, talks about boys, and has great sleepovers with her girlfriends, who spend the night talking about boys.
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Papa, the soft dad who lets his kids get away with way too much, designated 1997 as midlife crisis year....complete with new, racy, bright-red BMW motorcycle.
"I can't believe he got one," moaned long-suffering wife Toni. "He just handed the dealer his credit card and drove off with it!"
Snorted Don: "Shoulda bought a Hummer."
Editor's note: The poor man works too hard at Fatbrain.com, as Mormon Bishop, as father of four... Let him have some fun.
Bonus points: Who is Superman?
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