As the gift-giving season draws near, we can just assume that many parents may be a bit stumped by what to get their kids for the holidays. The toy industry has decided to up the stakes by introducing dolls that are just so lifelike it’s almost frightening. Seriously, the things toys can do and say nowadays — simply amazing. But some dolls out there have parents covering their child’s eyes and ears.
We had a good time, once upon a time, playing the Smug Parenting Game. How about a rematch? Here are some additional scoring parameters: Continue reading
While traveling home from my trip, I was unfortunate enough to sit in front of a mother/son duo who happened to be planning the son’s bar mitzvah. The son was acting like Spaulding from Caddyshack, he was discussing his desperate “wants and needs” for the celebration after the ceremony. His mother, in utter exasperation, finally shouted at him the equivalent of “You will get nothing and like it.” She lamented that she wished her son would spend more time and energy in preparing for the ceremony rather than the magicians, sushi bar, 14 piece band and the rest of party’s entertainment he was demanding. His response was to say, “Why do you want to make me so unhappy?!” Continue reading
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For most of my adult live, I lived alone.
From the age of 19 to 29, I had my own place, paid my own rent, did things my own way. No roommates, with the exception of the exception of the late Eleanor Roosevelt Rigby, who was feline.
Enter Mr. Bunny. Continue reading
Hello gang and welcome to Crasstalk. Let’s get this party started. Continue reading
Once again, we’re in one of those periods wherein Americans get fed up with their own government (or looming government) and declare their intention to move to Canada. It happened the last time Bush Jr. was elected, and the time before that when he wasn’t really elected, but everyone wanted to move to Canada anyhow. Continue reading
SplashData has released their list of the 25 worst passwords of 2011. Of course, you should know exactly what they’re talking about. Those six digits or so that you plug in whenever you want to access your bank account, your email, and all the stuff that’s really important to you so Skynet won’t be able to steal your identity and then make Terminators in the year 2152. Whatever. You can’t stop Skynet. Silly humans. Anyway, in your valiant attempt to control sentient robots, there is a list of passwords an infant in Albuquerque could crack, so maybe you shouldn’t use them.
As a survivor of child molestation it’s strange to listen to others try to digest the recent unpalatable situations unfolding in the news. Judgement and scorn for the abuser. Pity and protective stances offered towards the victims. I listen in silence as my good ol’ boy coworkers discuss their anger at the alleged abuser. My own feelings have been obfuscated by years of denying the impact it had on me, until now. Continue reading
And we’re back! Please be chock full o’zombies, please be chock full o’zombies, please be chock full o’zombies.
We open with Lori and Carl at the chicken coops, where Lori throwing chicken feed at Carl. He seems fully recovered yet unnaturally pale. Carl observes that “everything’s food for something else.” So true, Carl. You are no longer the top of the food chain. The camera cuts to Mrs. Hershel in a dark corner of the chicken coop. She breaks a chicken’s legs and stuffs it into a burlap sack. We then see her bringing a wheelbarrow full of broken-legged chickens to the zombie barn. She dumps them on the ground for a zombie feeding frenzy, and we are all secretly disappointed that it’s only chickens. Continue reading
Happy Monday. Hold onto your hats, the world is on fire. Have a great week. Continue reading