Aug 10

A Quick Thought On Growing Up

Chronologically my daughter is eight years old. Psychologically though she’s increasingly in a transitory state. Sometimes she acts more like four, other times more like 24. See seems to move between the two seamlessly.

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I was the same way with my penchant for unnecessary formality.

I know this is perfectly normal; I’m not worried or anything like that. It’s just disconcerting as all hell.

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Aug 09

Friday Crap Roundup XXVI

Hi kids! Once again, tonight’s Friday Crap Roundup comes straight outta the 2T.

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Now with 10 percent more urban decay!

Σ says she has a full weekend planned for me, so I’d better get cracking on this while I can still get enough sleep. That’s the theory, anyway ….

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Aug 08

Dinner, the Great Leap Forward

I can’t speak for other bipolars, but when I’m down like I have been the past couple weeks I don’t turn into some Robert Smith or Morrissey-esque emo buzzkill. Stereotypes are a bitch.

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Besides, I’ve always been more of the Peter Lorre type.

No, the real problem is I can’t get anything done. When getting up before 5 p.m. becomes a major accomplishment, things like cooking become about as feasible as making steel in my backyard.

Well, assuming I had a backyard. (Nothing like throwing in a random, snarky Chairman Mao reference, is there?)

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Aug 07

History Wednesday: Some More Healthy Eating

S’mores are awesome. I would have definitely eaten more of them as a kid had I not despised camping so much.

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Did I grow up in the wrong state, or what?
Image credit: CorrieRosetti

Still, there’s plenty of history in that three-ingredient delicacy. Like most things, a good portion of that history is a bit off.

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Aug 06

Fight Verbal Diarrhea!

Earlier today I came across a blog which despite having excellent subject matter and multimedia content was damn near impossible to read. The reason? Well, along with the obscene number of grammatical errors, run-on sentences and completely unnecessary transitions, the writer just didn’t know when to shut the hell up and get to the point.

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I mean, I go off on tangents from time to time, but damn ….

There’s way too much of this out there in my humble opinion. Frankly I think English education has a lot to do with it.

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Aug 05

Gedde Watanabe Strikes Again

Bloody hell, I have nothing today. Absolutely nothing. Half an hour to midnight, and … nothing.

Yup.

Once again, that’s what I get for staying in bed all day.

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Aug 04

Gaines No Longer

For the better part of my childhood I liberally used Yiddish insults and similar phrases in everyday speech. You know, terms such as “schmuck,” “putz,” “schmendrick” and “chutzpah.”

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To this day I use the initials “FEH” when I log a video game high score.
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I grew up in the 2T and knew a grand total of zero Jews during my childhood. How the the hell did I pick this habit up?

Why, Mad magazine of course.

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Aug 03

Scraping the Bottom of the Archives

It’s been a while since I wrote a post on old media clips from my childhood. I should come back to this well more often.

Painful as it might be.

Ah, the things I subject myself to for my art.

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Aug 02

Friday Crap Roundup XXV

I’ve somehow made it to the 25th FCR. That’s nearly half a year of these posts. Sneferu was a mere kitten when I started this blog. Today’s he’s a year old.

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And he can hardly contain himself.

We’ve got a few more weeks until Djoser’s birthday in October. I’m sure that will be equally exciting. In the meantime sit back and enjoy the FCR.

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Aug 01

The Spirit of Hot Sauce

I must be feeling better today, otherwise I wouldn’t have the temerity to make this purchase:

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Everything’s better with sriracha.

This is a good thing, because now I can finish talking about this past weekend’s Rush concert.

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