Purists, Parenting, and Pussification

Forgive me lord, it's been a while since my last blog.

I hope you forgive me as well dear reader, there with bated breath, hanging on my every word, practically drooling with anticipation.

It's been a while because I've been away, parenting. Well, sort of. Parenting while my wife is at a conference usually means a little more screen time for the tots.

Which brings me to Finding Nemo. The purists will piss and moan, then throw out pedantic hoo ha about contrives and yiddy yadda and all sort of feces. But let's face it, Finding Nemo is a good movie.

Is having seen it 14 times over the past 9 days impacting my judgement? No more than the bourbon I had for lunch. Does the fact that my kids love it when I say "Hey Mr. Grumpy Gills" cloud my judgement? No more than an ink cloud from a certain squid you might know and love.

The best part of the Grumpy Gills bit is the shape of Dory's lips. Attention to detail my friends.

So that covers the purist and parenting inanity.

Pussification it is. I just finished the Pinker book Better Angles of Our Nature and recommend it. But if playing dodgeball is wrong I don't wanna be right.

Excerpt:

Haikus – Song Lyrics Edition

Haikus – Song Lyrics Edition

When the levee breaks

I will have no place to stay

Do you have bunk beds?

You got another

Thing coming if you think I

Would have me over

With your best shot

Hit me, do it, hit me hard

Testing this face mask

Round here, we talk like

Lions. Really, like roar roar?

Sacrifice like lambs

Is dust in the wind

All we are is dust in wind

Then turn the fan off

werewolves of London

sounds like london’s problem, right?

His hair was perfect

Take those old records

Off the shelf, those friggin’ things

Can sell on ebay

You’re just a picture

An image caught in time, and

Ron, Fucking, Dio!

The Sound of Silence

Makes it easier to tune

The station to rap

we were born to run

its true, anatomically

but run from the cops!?