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.
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.
Hi kids! Once again, tonight’s Friday Crap Roundup comes straight outta the 2T.
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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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.
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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S’mores are awesome. I would have definitely eaten more of them as a kid had I not despised camping so much.
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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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.
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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Bloody hell, I have nothing today. Absolutely nothing. Half an hour to midnight, and … nothing.
Once again, that’s what I get for staying in bed all day.
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.”
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?
Mad magazine of course.
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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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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.
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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I must be feeling better today, otherwise I wouldn’t have the temerity to make this purchase:
Everything’s better with sriracha.
This is a good thing, because now I can finish talking about this past weekend’s
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