George Carlin, who told us just exactly which seven words you couldn’t say on television and introduced the world to the eminently useful term “Mongolian Clusterfuck”, is up in heaven now, with Asimov and Vonnegut. I’ll bet he’s pissed about it. My all time favorite Carlin moment is watching him walk out onto center stage at […]
Number One Son, who is in fact Only Son, is, today, on this First Day of Summer, just as this June date was the first day of Summer 8 years ago, is eight years old today! Happy Birthday to my, and the, Number One Son!
The following exchange may well represent my thoughts on life, the universe, and everything: The Reigning Queen of Pink was yelling to make herself heard, interrupting her mother (SOBUMD). SOBUMD: It’s not your turn to talk. RQoP: Humph! [stamps foot] SOBUMD: And go up to your room if you can’t be polite! BUMD: Or hold a meeting, like […]
Without further ado, Happy Father’s Day to my father and to yours, Gentle Reader. I myself am a father as well, and I had a great day. Just thought you ought to know! ;-)
This week’s Time Suck is brought to you by the number 17 and the letter C. Seventeen, you see, is roughly the number of trees that came down in the last set of big storms at the Thorn Bottom Chalet, which is where the Parents of the Big Ugly Man Doll (POTBUMD) can be found on any given Sunday. […]