Shit that Pissed me Off this Week – 8/31
Apologies to those hoping for lots of stuff from the Republican National Convention. I just can’t get to riled up about a bunch of rah-rah speeches meant to serve as a sort of infomercial for the Republican product. I get as annoyed by the Republican convention as I get excited by the Democratic convention.
Not much at all.
Boy, that Paul Ryan is a lying douchebag, though.
Mitt Romney Pandered to the Birthers?
I have to hand it to Romney. Up to this point in the campaign, I haven’t given a shit about what he’s had to say because he’s been so unerringly dull. He finally said something (sort of) interesting when he pointed out that nobody has asked to see his birth certificate.
You know why that is, right Mitt? It’s because you are white.
Hey Mitt – if you could only ask to see one of these two guys’ birth certificates, which one would you ask?
I think we should start asking to see Mitt’s birth certificate, don’t you? Hey Mitt, where the fuck is your long form birth certificate? How do we know you aren’t Canadian? Or from some Nordic country? WE DEMAND TO KNOW!!!!
Walt Disney World on a Dollar
My family and I are currently on vacation at Walt Disney World. We are Disney Vacation Club members and that means we come here with some frequency. I’m not going to pretend I don’t love Walt Disney World. I adore the place.
This year, we are trying to be pretty frugal. My wife had a bad fall during the one ice storm we had this winter (if I believed in bad luck – I would believe she had the worst ever) and is not working so we need to conserve funds. We brought our own food for breakfasts, we are on a strict “no souvenir” diet, etc.
Not so Serenely Accepting that Which I Cannot Change
My son Alex is a Boy Scout and he really enjoys it. He very much wants to make it all the way to Eagle Scout and I want to support him on his journey. They have been so anxious to work with his social challenges and find ways that he can be included in the group. Every moment he’s spent with scouts has helped me to ignore the misgivings I have about the Boy Scouts of America.
And yet, I do have misgivings. Primary among them is their unflinching policy when it comes to gays and lesbians involved in their organization.
My Wife Says I Breed True
I’m Just loving this picture my mom posted of me and my brother when we were kids. I’m the big brother.
Talk about a great picture of a couple of kids just enjoying the spring snow melt! I spend a lot of time trying to capture my own kids with natural smiles. It only happens when they are too busy enjoying themselves to notice the camera.
I remember that jacket. Couldn’t tell you one other thing about the picture, but I remember the jacket.
I showed this picture to some friends and didn’t tell them who the kids were. They thought it was my two boys. Pretty amazing how much my children look like me and my brother. My wife says I breed true.
I guess it’s pretty clear our kids are mine.
Or my brother’s…..
The Stories one Picture Tells
I take a ton of pictures when I’m on vacation. It is a blessing and a curse of the digital photography age that you don’t have to worry about getting the “best” shot. You can just take a few hundred pictures and when you get home, you can identify the ten that are actually worth keeping.
My goal is to take pictures that tell good stories.
As I’ve been looking through my pictures of the family trip to Monterey, I’ve especially enjoyed this one:
Two boys on a Beach
Doubling Down on gay Marriage – Let’s get to the Kids!
The Archdiocese of St. Paul decided that it isn’t doing enough to combat the evil spectre of gay marriage in America so they have started to focus on the kids.
The Star Tribune reported on a mandatory assembly that DeLasalle High Schoolers were recently forced to attend. The subject of the assembly was, of course, marriage and we all know what that is code for, right?
Hey – you *can* punk a liberal!
I totally got punked by this article yesterday. I was surfing through links that looked interesting and given my well documented distaste for Rick Santorum, I couldn’t resist reading about the latest stupid thing he said. For some masochistic reason, I like to get riled up by the stuff he says.
Usually, I can spot a satirical article. Not this time. I totally bought it because, I guess, I really think Santorum is that stupid.
I told my wife about the article as part of the whole “guess what idiotic thing Santorum said today” conversation we have most every evening. She did the natural thing and looked it up. This morning, my wife pointed out to her husband (the comedian) that the article was satire and perhaps I shouldn’t rant about it online because if I did, I’d look like an idiot.
Here is something everyone who knows me needs to understand: for every stupid ass thing I’ve said in public, there are at least five things I never said because my wife stopped me. Why have we been married 22 years? Lots of reasons but primary among them is the simple fact that she frequently compels me to think before I act.
In my feeble defense, let me point out that this article fooled a lot of people. Just read the comment section.
Also in my defense, I would totally buy that Santorum believes the Sun revolves around the Earth. I’m pretty certain some of the people voting for him believe that. He does believe some pretty crazy shit.
No matter my excuse, I completely believed an article that was a clear joke.
I’m often amused by the way a lot of social conservatives assume Onion articles to be true. Look at those idiots, I think, they actually believe this obviously satirical piece! What morons!
I can no longer feel superior to them, though, except in one important way. My spouse is clearly smarter than theirs.
Boozing bloody well boozing
We were talking about the question of underage drinking yesterday and I stated my philosophy about when and how I’d let my kids drink. I figured I’d blog about it because some people will probably agree with me and others will think I’m certifiably insane.
Right off the bat, I’ll admit that I’m a bad person to write about drinking. I hate alcohol. I think it tastes horrible and about the only drinking I do is taking a nip (and I mean a nip) of hard liquor when my voice is feeling particularly raw. I even try to avoid that much if at all possible.
But my kids will probably grow up to drink. At least they will want to try booze at some point. So what is a parent to do?
Grail Diary 