I'm almost positive the only reason my daughters told you that Captain America story was to prevent me from using it in a blog post.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Perhaps it's best after all that my children don't appreciate my occasional fantasies about manipulating the scientific constants of the Universe. Then when I'm elected Supreme Being it will just be that much more of a surprise for them.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
Incidentally, this has nothing to do with me. Stick Me is simply asking the question about the comic blog he draws in his cartoon world, which people can bring up on smart TVs while they're watching Netflix.
It's called Awful Pictures-in-Pictures.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
There is some debate in our house as to whether the noun form, "simplifficulty" rhymes with difficulty or with simplify.
Thoughts on a postcard, please.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
I've been asked to inform you of an important problem with today's blog post: we do not, in fact, in our house, use a pepper mill. We actually use a pepper BUNNY.
That is all.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce "ribbon," the latest Identifying Mark of a Family Member (IMFM). It is a forest-green ribbon from Harrod's in London to which Older Daughter seems inordinately attached.
Consider yourself deeply edified.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
A funny thing happened on the way to my blog today...
At some point, I may talk about why this happened, as my rather impressive Older Daughter has done on her blog.
But for now, I'll simply say it seemed like the thing to do. And I like it.
With thanks to the Older Daughter and to Big Joe & Sons in Mohegan Lake.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
How stupid is it that this guy doesn't know he's a cartoon? Does he not see that his words come out in speech bubbles? What a dope.
This said, I'd love to know who exactly keeps writing these ridiculous remarks at the end of each of my blog posts...
Thursday, June 18, 2015
I know sometimes what's going on in situations like this is that I know the word, but I'm messing with my wife. But in this instance, for some unfathomable reason, I really just can't remember the strahz-bahz thing.
I think it's that recent blow to the head I suffered. Or else the recent blow to the head I suffered.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
It's sort of like I have an telepathic connection but only to the parts of people's brains that annoy them. This would explain a lot about my relationships over the years.