stars holllow

Its no secret, I’m a Gilmore Girls fan. The dialogue was quick and witty, it had great atmosphere. With the Gilmore family came a quirky little town with their rituals and social circles, Stars Hollow. Today, Heather reminded me just how small the town we now live in is. Not only is Austin in the parade, but it goes down our street passing our house. What smacked me as small-town was when they changed the time of the parade to better suit the travel time for the high school football team; that’s when I realized I live in Stars Hollow.

I have worked in small towns, I have seem them from the outside, but growing up in Rockford (motto: neighbors? assholes!) has left me jaded and uneasy with the seemingly close quarters here.

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turducken

We started with a mountain of meat
 My intrepid helper
 And after a few hours of deboning, we were left with a 25lb meat roast resembling a turkey. covered in bacon of course.

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drwho

“Daddy can we watch drwho. The one with the face?”

The face is that of Tom Baker, in the opening sequence. So far, all 4 of them have some affinity for DrWho, despite the last few seasons sucking balls. We have roughly 60% of all DrWho episodes on disk.

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love/hate

This is my arch nemesis. We have a love/hate relationship going. It has caused me permanent physical and psychological damage, and yet has saved me many thousands of  dollars. There is nerve damage in my thigh and hands. i have a nice big bump where my clavical “healed”. I get vertigo if i tilt my head more than a given degree.

I drive it daily, rain or shine, and will be getting my motorcycle license on it. Not because I like motorcycles ( I don’t), but because Fuck that scooter, thats why. I wont let it beat me.

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naked ed

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limits

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” – Plath

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pasty white girls are awesome

a great song from a young unsigned artist from Australia, Bella Hemming.

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dumbass

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kickboxing


Heather is kickboxing now. yeah, because she needs another way to beat my ass.

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damn sponges

kids are worse than sponges. they soak up even what you don’t want them to. not that i don’t want them to be exposed to whatever interests me, but Heather is keen to point out a 3rd grader probably doesn’t need to be watching The Exorcist quite yet. unfortunately, it is too late for Amelia and Bukowski.

she walked in on me watching Barfly, and began questioning me on its merits. being the giver that i am, i explained in 3rd grade terms who Bukowski was and why i enjoy his work. she has since pestered me into giving her a copy of one of my favorite pieces, Metamorphosis. she insists on discussing it with her teacher. i cant wait for that phone call. anyway, here it is:

Metamorphosis - Charles Bukowski

a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed
cleaned the toilet
the bathtub
scrubbed the bathroom floor
and cut my toenails and
my hair.
then
all on the same day
the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet
and the toilet
and the gas man fixed the heater
and the phone man fixed the phone.
noe I sit in all this perfection.
it is quiet.
I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends.
I felt better when everything was in
disorder.
it will take me some months to get back to normal:
I can't even find a roach to commune with.
I have lost my rythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth.
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