So as I hear about more old friends and acquaintances having kids, a horrible thought crossed my mind:
What if I had a kid, a son in particular, and he turned out to be a jock?
I mean, that would be like God kicking me in the balls Or just more proof that God is a woman.
Whatever the case, the thought terrified me. Its not like you can just exchange em. Excuse me, maam, but do you have something more intelligent? This one eh, it just wants me to throw balls at it and, quite frankly, Ive already got a dog. And I can just imagine the high school years: Son, youre hanging out with a bad crowd. Their hairs too short and I dont like the looks of those letterman jackets. Say, why dont you go and make friends with those nice kids I see smoking outside the art room. And then of course thered be the, NO! Absolutely not! We are NOT watching the Super Bowl! Youre going to watch the Star Trek marathon and like it, mister!
So yeah, thats my random thought of the day.
Oh, so yesterday I got a letter in the mail saying that I can just pay for that traffic violation rather than going to court. HUH-FUH??? We needed an extra stratum of paper-pusher to make this determination??? I mean, of course Ill just pay it rather than take a day off of work to visit lovely downtown Compton, but COME ON!!! How much money not to mention trees are wasted to send pieces of mail that deliver messages that could have been given at the time of the citations???
They will all wade knee-deep in the blood of their children
OK, maybe thats a bit harsh. But theyll certainly be the first ones with their backs against the wall when the revolution comes. Thats just a historic inevitability.
Ahem
So anyway, between musings on potential offspring and plotting the coup, Ive been getting a hell of a lot of reading done. Its so nice not having the phone ring every five minutes.
Believe it or not, this is me in a good mood.
What if I had a kid, a son in particular, and he turned out to be a jock?

Whatever the case, the thought terrified me. Its not like you can just exchange em. Excuse me, maam, but do you have something more intelligent? This one eh, it just wants me to throw balls at it and, quite frankly, Ive already got a dog. And I can just imagine the high school years: Son, youre hanging out with a bad crowd. Their hairs too short and I dont like the looks of those letterman jackets. Say, why dont you go and make friends with those nice kids I see smoking outside the art room. And then of course thered be the, NO! Absolutely not! We are NOT watching the Super Bowl! Youre going to watch the Star Trek marathon and like it, mister!
So yeah, thats my random thought of the day.
Oh, so yesterday I got a letter in the mail saying that I can just pay for that traffic violation rather than going to court. HUH-FUH??? We needed an extra stratum of paper-pusher to make this determination??? I mean, of course Ill just pay it rather than take a day off of work to visit lovely downtown Compton, but COME ON!!! How much money not to mention trees are wasted to send pieces of mail that deliver messages that could have been given at the time of the citations???

They will all wade knee-deep in the blood of their children
OK, maybe thats a bit harsh. But theyll certainly be the first ones with their backs against the wall when the revolution comes. Thats just a historic inevitability.

Ahem
So anyway, between musings on potential offspring and plotting the coup, Ive been getting a hell of a lot of reading done. Its so nice not having the phone ring every five minutes.
Believe it or not, this is me in a good mood.

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Just give the word on that revolution Cobra Commander, I'm ready.