Archive for December, 2005
Airing a Grievance: FWTBGTH
Yes, Festivus is over, but I am airing a grievance anyway. A very special grievance.
Let me begin with the following premise: the parent of a child is entitled to a certain degree of respect and deference to said parent’s wishes when it comes to babysitting. That is to say, if the parent says “Don’t [...]
Like Father, Like Son Part 2
Last night, after a steady two-year diet of old-time, country, and bluegrass, I introduced Sam to speed metal. He LOVED it.
He’s always obsessed over my subwoofer (another budding bassist?), and was entranced by the rumbling Satanic introduction. But when the drums and guitars kicked in, he went totally bonkers, running around the room, [...]
Like Father Like Son
Sam has a new word. I didn’t teach him this word. I don’t know where he picked it up, but Melissa warned me about it and it’s very funny.
Sam is at the age where he is noticing, and pointing out, the difference between men and women. He explains this new level of consciousness [...]
My name is Nazir Ahmed
My name is Nazir Ahmed, of Pakistan. I am a living, walking, breathing piece of shit. “Human garbage” is probably too kind a term for me. I am a stinking, corn-crusted turd of a human being.
Read More..>>Jesus Fucking Christ
It’s time for my holiday rant.
I HATE Christmas. I hate every singe thing about it.
First of all, Jesus wasn’t born on the 25th of December. The date is wrong, just a reflection of early Christian missionaries co-opting a pagan holiday.
I hate the whole “War on Christmas” nonsense I have to listen to [...]
Thoughts on a Christmas Day
Bah. Fucking. Humbug./
Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?
I’m Afraid To Jump Into Festivus
All over the blogosphere it seems, bloggers are celebrating the Festivus tradition, “The Airing of Grievances.”
Courtesy of Crooks and Liars, here’s John Cole, one of the only conservative blogs I really enjoy.
I don’t know if I should even wade into my airing. It could turn into the 17 days of Festivus. But hey, [...]
Free Verse for a Dead Mouse
the mouse has left this mortal coil.
i deposited his little corpse in the waste basket
this morning, via snow shovel
(I’m always afraid the rodent will wake up
and attack me in a fit of fear, revenge,
and rabies).
I had nothing to worry about:
his little skull was crushed,
and his beady little blank eyes stared at me.
Well, It Looks Like I’m Back, But Not For Long.
Well, it looks like I’m back on blogger after two weeks of getting ignored by theie customer support people.
You’re probably wondering where I’ve been. That’s a damn good question; I have no idea what happened either. That Friday I was doing some blogging at work (my last post actually), logged out at 5:00 [...]
Right on Time
As mentioned in other posts, about a week after Sam heads back to Montreal, I get walloped with an aluminum baseball bat called Depression.
This morning, almost a week after I dropped him off with his other family, the depression has come swinging for the fences, and my head’s the ball.
So today I am down and [...]
