A brief exchange inspired by, and during, an episode of Mad Men.
Me: Do you think our souls are the same age?
Herself: I think your soul is about twelve.
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A brief exchange inspired by, and during, an episode of Mad Men. One year ago my wife and I were married. Two days ago our beautiful daughter turned three months old. I am a very, very lucky man. Year in review, 2009: married in January, baby arrived in October. After reading this post, I fired up the Wayback Machine to try and recall any weird things my parents wanted me to be afraid of, and from there I just started to remember weird things in general my parents told me. As my good, and younger, friend was kind enough to point out, yesterday was my 39th birthday. Herself made a delicious cheesecake, and some friends and family were kind enough to stop by and partake. There was a time when I knew any number of Bill Cosby routines. A friend’s parents had the LPs, and we listened to them constantly. Later, of course, we graduated to George Carlin, by way of Class Clown. OK, so neither myself or anyone else I knew actually gave credence to the story, but the tale of the Blue Ghost certainly qualifies as a legend of the dumb. I recall that in 4th grade as a class exercise we were all required to write to letters to the Blue Ghost, in hopes that [...] So I heard there is concern that teenage boys do not read so much anymore. Is this true? Or am I mistaken? Regardless, here we have a young man telling the publishing industry what teenage guys want to read: Thus far The Intended and I have acquired or arranged for the the following:a place to get married, a place to celebrate getting married, a photographer to take pictures of the wedding, and a dress for Herself to wear. This may be the first of a series, but for now it should suffice to say that The Wild Geese is a bad movie and I love it. Although perhaps the term ‘bad movie’ is a bit unfair. The Wild Geese succeeds in its goal, which is to entertain the hell out of you with [...] I didn’t own a Windows machine until I was in my mid-twenties. I didn’t own a console (my beloved PS2) until I was in my thirties. Like this guy, I spent a lot of my childhood conquering the world via Risk or Third Reich. By now you may have heard this story about high school students being terrorized taught about the perils of drunk driving through the use of some extreme shock tactics: I’ve written previously of the limited selection of LPs in my house growing up, and the fact that any LPs my sister and/or I liked were absolutely played to death. My sister favored Annie and Free To Be You And Me, while I tended towards the Clancy Brothers and my anthology of cowboy songs. I decided to finally use the scanner function of my Canon printer, and I started with some old family photographs. The picture above is of the Mt. Washington Hotel baseball team, taken some time during the 1930s when my paternal grandfather (second row, first on the left – the real tall guy) was working [...] Things I did this weekend: |
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