First daddy/daughter carpentry project.
"Daddy, let's make me a table with a bullet holder."
You mean for crayons or loose change or other peaceful things like that?
"No. I will keep my bullets in it."
Dr. Mindbender!
Lego Brand building blocks are an imaginative engineering toy for children over 3 years of age.
Oh my
If I ever meet Kate DiCamillo in person, I am going to never stop hugging her. I may ask her to co-marry my wife and me.
Good lord that woman can write longing that makes your bones ache and your eyes dogpaddle.
Learning the Pivot
Mowed two lawns. Ripped out a shower door. Unboxing. Stopped to do pencil sketches for the kids so they can do a quit-asking-for-shit project. I mean art project.
I guess summer has its good points too
Despite being, y'know. Satan's favorite season.
Evidently the butler was Lemongrab
In today's "aw shucks" news, my son has discovered and is enjoying reading murder mystery books that I made back in elementary school.
Sleep tight
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But am it art?
It am.
GIANT LITE BRITE
Kids today. They don't know how good they got it.
We don't remember the farmer, we remember the fruit
The whole thing's great, but the money shot's at the end:
A hip hop act that name-checks Bubastis and Aslan and Ramsay Bolton. A band that's named for a semi-obscure joke from "Avatar: The Last Airbender". Yet manages to be not remotely about nerd service and stays true to its roots.
Not to mention they have some badass grooves. And recognize warp drive technology as a valid counterargument to nihilism.
Damn near every time kids or marginalized people get murdered and the usual "thoughts and prayers" do-nothing calliope starts its familiar tooting and wheezing, I recite the last verse of this song in my head as an antidote. Damn near every time.
Whether or not there is a voice willing to speak for us, it's a good thing we know how to yell.
I keep coming back to these guys. It's all worth a listen.
You guys.
He's Pretty. He's a Bad Man.
I done rassled with an alligator
I done tussled with a whale
I done handcuffed lightning
And throwed thunder in jail
Whooooaaaa We're Halfway There
Sixty percent of the house is still barely navigable for all the boxes, and the kitchen still has a ways to go, but it's starting to feel like a place where I can cook.
Behind that lurks home.
These two paragraphs are remarkable
Days of Our Lives got nothin' on Afterlife with Archie.
The
My daughter drew this on my iPad and it is the most metal thing she has ever done.
Give My Friend Ten Lousy Bucks
My son's Cub Scouts pack's Assistant Cubmaster is in Greece volunteering at a camp for Afghan, Kurd, and Syrian refugees. He is trying to build a school for the children there, because he is a goddamn prince of a man.
One of these children is a six-year-old girl who told him she watched her own mother be beheaded. Let that one sink in for a moment.
Michael needs money for this school. Just ten bucks'd do it. Ten bucks so these kids can get a school and I can stop crying in my office right now. That's a good deal.
This is his GoFundMe page. Please consider throwing a few bucks his way.
I want to tell my son
I want to tell my son that the world will let him coast on charm and a reputation for being smart, if he is content to let it do so. I want to tell him that he will despise himself if he does. I want to tell him that ideas are cheap, and everything is born in a tide of shit and amniotic fluid and tears and quivering muscle.
I want to tell him this, but first I need to check my favorites.
I want to tell my daughter
I want to tell my daughter that she can skip the social anxiety and go straight to the Girl Who Gives Zero Fucks that I know. I want to tell her that if she does that, people will lay their coats in her path.
I want to tell her this, but I've only figured out how to do it myself in print.
