Life

"Five Years", one of my favorite Bowie songs, describes how the Earth is dying and with only five years left, how much of life Bowie wants to experience.  My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spareI had to cram so many things to store everything in there He’s overwhelmed at the…

This guy is bemoaning the departure of wreck of an ex-girlfriend, who could, as he put it, ‘suck dick like a pornstar’.  Dude, I don’t mean to get all Dan Savage on your ass, but take the emotional Cadillac you’re dating and make her into a bad, bad girl.  If you love her enough she’ll…

So it’s my first full day back from "paternity leave".  I’ve been calling it "maternity leave", only to have Sarah correct my gender choice for the phrase.  I only beg to differ because "paternity leave" sounds like someone forced me to take responsibility for a child I was denying was actually mine.  But here, in front of all of you, I admit it.  Sarah is my baby momma.

You know, on Animal Farm the pigs finally got their comeuppance.  I try to remember that when I see someone try and park in a space too small for them here on the streets of the Mission in San Francisco, and block us in our driveway.

You haven’t heard from me in a while.  I’m finishing my paternity
leave on a three week cross country tour visiting the relatives who are
too sick to travel.  I spent the first
week in my home town, St. Louis, because my mom has cancer.  The whole
family has circled the wagons, as you might expect, and so I’m home
doing my part.  Of course our family is highly competitive, and so
regardless of how sick anyone is, there’s a game ready to be
contested.  Tonight it was Spinners, a version of dominoes with wild
cards.

Link: Answer Man: Six Flags, One Mystery You didn’t know I was obsessed by that freaky old guy on the Six Flags commercials, did you?  Well, I am.  And now I know a bit more about him.

Apparently I haven’t been resting enough.  On Saturday morning I completely crashed out on the couch and Sarah and her mom took care of me.  I basically didn’t move from that spot for 48 hours, and then came down with laryngitis, losing my voice.

In many ways, I am luckier than most human beings.  Owning my own busines, I knew I had the luxury of taking lots of time off after our son was born.  I worked out an arrangement at work where I had the ability to take up to a month off, and then the next month part time, and the month after that, something more involved.  This was going to be a huge luxury for me, a chance to bond with my new son that most adults don’t get a chance to do.

Oh thank you, gods of Newborn Sleep.  I take no credit for excellent parenting skills for having slept 7 1/2 hours last night.  I thank you.(Look for far fewer baby entries from here on out)

O ye powerful gods of Newborn Sleep, why have though forsaken me?