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Just let me die in peace.

So last Tuesday my nose started running in freshets, in what was a harbinger of the Mother Of All Colds that has rendered me pretty much useless since about Thursday.

My wife keeps leaving me alone with 2 young children to go DO OTHER STUFF, who insist on jumping on me with no notice, and on pulling out every kid game we have, insisting that I play with them.

I have felt like ass since Thursday.

I feel like ass now.

They won’t leave me alone to die in peace.

Filed under whaddaya mean the world doesnt stop turning when i get sick? well it should dammit

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The girls have their first sleepover at their grandparents tonight. It is the first time both of them will be sleeping over, and therefore the first night that we will have our house to ourselves since BigOne was born. I’m sure the single folks among you would think that the first thing we’d do with actual, honest to goodness adult alone time is to go home and fuck like bunnies. But we are in Davis Square, having ice cream while listening to music in the neighborhood where we lived before there we thought about or conceived children. This is what adults with kids do. We take advantage of alone time by spending time with the person we want to spend adult time with. And we know that true “adult time” need not include boinking. Rachel’s head is on my shoulder, and some guy is maligning Beatles classics on a uncharacteristically warm(ish) October here in the Square. I just finished my ice cream cone, and Rachel is slurping on a frappe (milkshake to all you non New Englanders). We’re watching the flotsam and jetsam of young humanity float by. There’s no one I’d rather be with. There’s no one I’d rather do this with. I sure as hell knew what I was doing when I knew she was the one. On Date #3, as I recall. Which was right around here.

The girls have their first sleepover at their grandparents tonight. It is the first time both of them will be sleeping over, and therefore the first night that we will have our house to ourselves since BigOne was born.

I’m sure the single folks among you would think that the first thing we’d do with actual, honest to goodness adult alone time is to go home and fuck like bunnies. But we are in Davis Square, having ice cream while listening to music in the neighborhood where we lived before there we thought about or conceived children. This is what adults with kids do. We take advantage of alone time by spending time with the person we want to spend adult time with. And we know that true “adult time” need not include boinking.

Rachel’s head is on my shoulder, and some guy is maligning Beatles classics on a uncharacteristically warm(ish) October here in the Square. I just finished my ice cream cone, and Rachel is slurping on a frappe (milkshake to all you non New Englanders). We’re watching the flotsam and jetsam of young humanity float by.

There’s no one I’d rather be with. There’s no one I’d rather do this with. I sure as hell knew what I was doing when I knew she was the one.

On Date #3, as I recall. Which was right around here.

Filed under da boinking comes tomorrow morning tho dammit

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Why am I buying more books?

So I’m in Portland. Whenever I’m in Portland, I make a pilgrimage to my Mecca: Powell’s Books.

It’ll be my last visit for a while. Babson has moved the base of its west coast classes to San Francisco. Tomorrow I teach my last Portland-based class.

But anyhow - yeah, I’m in Powell’s. Buying books. Which I have neither the money nor the time to do. Especially since I’ll be starting this doctorate soon and will have EVEN LESS time. I still haven’t read most of the books I bought the last bloody time I was here! Yet I’m filling my basket.

Why?

WHY?

Because books compel me, is why.

Filed under dammit i blame my parents

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My Tumblr Rules (for all the new followers)

I seem to have garnered a bunch of new followers of late, possibly because of this.  While I always appreciate it when someone thinks what I have to say or show is worth spending time on, I feel like I have to put this out there (again) - for all the new followers.

  • If you are less than 18 years old, I would really appreciate it if you unfollow me right now.  I post the occasional nude photograph, and I cuss like a sailor.  I’d rather not have your virgin eyes and ears subjected to that - and since Tumblr’s ‘Block’ feature is a joke (i.e., I can’t actually stop you from accessing my stuff), you should really not have anything to do with a 41 year old man who talks about poop and boobs and sex and work and real-life stuff and says things like “shitfuckballs”.  Hell - why would you want to?  I could be your dad, for chrissake!  Even if you choose to stay - which, again, I can’t do anything about - I will not follow you back.  My blog is not for children. 
  • If you do nothing on your Tumblr but reblog other people’s posts, I will likely not follow you back.  Nothing against you if you choose to do that - but one of the reasons I like Tumblr is the sense of community I get here.  I like people who post “real” things, about themselves, and about what they’re doing or thinking.  Nothing wrong with a reblog here and there (and I appreciate it when people reblog my photographs) - I just don’t find blogs that only reblog interesting in the least.
  • If you have some crappy R&B or new age or bubblegum pop song that plays as soon as I click on your Tumblr, I will never go back to your Tumblr again, much less follow your inconsiderate ass.  People with AutoPlay on their blogs, like people with kids on planes, need to be confined to one part of Tumblr where they can scream insipid lyrics at each other, while the grown ups converse in the front.  (This from a man with 2 young kids.)
  • Don’t whine.  Nobody likes a whiner, ‘mmmkay?

That’s about it for the hour.  Carry on.

Filed under dammit if you don't know you betta ask somebody get orf mih lawn