Quickie
Work/life interfere. Blogging curtailed.
I'd rather live in a country where torture is never justified, but where there are enough of us who would throw ourselves on a grenade for our fellow human beings.
Well said.
By the way, thinking of Oldsmo things, my wife and I just bought a used Oldsmobile to replace the faltering but stalwart Great Black Beast of the North. Great car (the new car's pretty good too.) On Friday I found myself in New York rush hour traffic on the way to a wedding in Jersey, in an Oldsmobile (my Oldsmobile), listening to Norah Jones and still wearing the tie I wore to work. It occurred to me: no way am I a kid any more.
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You're still a safe distance
You're still a safe distance from Ward Cleaver.
What you don't want to be someday is a middle aged guy trying to be the cool dad, or cool at all. Quite sad.
In a related vein, I saw Debby Harry on a show recently, and Blondie ran through a couple numbers. She looked like hell: skin taught, teeth feral, part weird rock icon, part Skeletor. The net effect was of someone's mom doing karaoke to Blondie.
Screw being the cool dad. I
Screw being the cool dad. I'm going to be the cranky embarrassing dad. Since there is little (read: no) chance that I could be cool now, my chances will likely be far, far worse fifteen years hence. So, instead of fighting the tides, I'll swim with them. I'll just grunt at my children's friends, dress oddly, and make nonsensical remarks. If I have daughters, I will take the further step of actively threatening any prospective boyfriends.
If they weather that, then I'll just treat them like adults, which is to say, no different than what I just described.
A friend and I worked up a
A friend and I worked up a sketch once of the boyfriend who came to pick up the daughter for the first date.
Dad made this whole show of lethality with various wepoanry. Whole room darkened, like the Brando scenes in "Apocalypse Now". Some knife sharpening on a wheel, with sparks flying toward the kid. Loading semiauto pistol magazines while telling him when to have her home.
Is that you?
I was thinking more on the
I was thinking more on the lines of Deliverance. A country/rural atmosphere, hound dogs, cleaning a shotgun on the porch kind of vibe. "You he-ere to pick up ma daughter? Are your intentions... honorable?" <racks slide on shotgun>.
Be the dad who turns the
Be the dad who turns the tables on his kids. Some day soon, they're gonna be embarrassed that you even exist. You want them to behave in a civilized manner. A conundrum? No. Can you say leverage? I thought you could.
"Look here, son. Clean this room pronto or from now on I'm answering the door in a cocktail dress."