So last Friday I got a vasectomy (true story, bro!) and I come back to Videogum to the announcement it's ending.
So, sorry I seemed to have caused all this.
You gave me hours and hours of joy folks. Thanks so much!
Shit shit. This site has some of the wittiest folks on the web. Yet At the same time, it also has some of the friendliest, least judgmental folks on the web too. I don't even understand how that is possible! I will miss all of you so much and hope I can keep up with at least one place where you guys may congregate in this virtual world. Peace.
Ugh, so I've seen this posted on Facebook a few times and finally watched it. Why record this, dad? Why post it? My kid cries (he's three, EVERYTHING is overwhelming when you're three). I can't imagine posting it for strangers to watch.
Yay me for not doing it, I guess.
I fear if I was a kid with my adult brain, I would either be miserable because I knew what was coming next, and/or I would be an insufferable asshole: "Algebra? Whatever, I don't need that..."
Yesterday was one of those rare days when the wife and I both had great days and everything just meshed and we were a team and both productive with work and kept the kids happy and at the end of the day we both felt it: A day when everything went right. It's hard to explain, but it felt really, really nice.
Why was a magazine called G(entleman's) Q(uarterly) interviewing a man who makes duck calls in the first place, for that matter?
Why does making something an acronym remove all previous identity?
How does a show about people making duck calls even get made? Remember when A(rts) & E(ntertainment) used to show operas? No one who watches the station now does.
We asked the ER if they had a frequent visitor card we could get punched for a free coffee or something. Third visit in last three months (between two little kids).
Yesterday started with making pancakes and ended with a call from preschool that our toddler fell and hit his head on pavement walking back from the playground. Trip to the ER, forehead stitches. But he's up and ready for school today. Damn tough kid.
Sick baby in the house, had to switch antibiotics for an ear infection / fever hovering around 103. Fever down this morning, so so far so good.
The fortunes of my days rise and fall now with whether or not a baby is pooping normally.
A friend is getting a divorce and we had no clue it was coming, so that kind of sucks (and makes you look at yourself in the mirror a little more closely).
Yesterday was a long one. When you take a toddler and a baby to the pediatrician for well visits at the same time after work, it's REALLY busy there and takes a long time and the kids both got super grumpy and THEN they each had three shots, so they were grumpy, sore, and crying.
But they're both healthy, so please excuse my tiny pity party.
For some reason it is very comforting to hear so many of us in the same boat. I'm married, two great kids, have a job and health insurance, but I definitely have those "What the hell am I doing?" moments.
It's my birthday! I telecommuted, had a great lunch, got some books as gifts, went to a nice dinner with the fam, and now the kids are asleep and the wife and I are having wine and enjoying the silence.
Gotta say I totally agree. I used to be a comic nerd, loved the comic movies, and I still liked the Iron Man flicks, but... yeah, I don't care who plays Batman.
Or Superman.
Or the Great Gatsby.
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