It’s Not My Fault
Too bad Robin Williams did the thing that I can’t seem to quite get myself to do despite the constant swirling of said thoughts inside that head of mine. But he did it and I haven’t and now who’s going to be the one, fictional…
Too bad Robin Williams did the thing that I can’t seem to quite get myself to do despite the constant swirling of said thoughts inside that head of mine. But he did it and I haven’t and now who’s going to be the one, fictional…
I was going to write about baseball but then yesterday happened. Sebastian and I went Skateboarding yesterday. It was my first time on the board in about ten months, you know, surgeries, fractures, and stuff. Body no longer cooperating kind of stuff. Anyway, I spent some…
I’m not sure if I’m the only one (I’m not, I never am. Let’s just stop this illusion that I’m special) but I’ve been having a tough time handling Sebastian’s recent playful violence. He attacks me with vicious jabs and crosses whenever we’re in close…
There is a wonderful opening scene in the film (not the TV show) About A Boy, where the protagonist, a dilettante Londoner, explains his disciplined approach to living a life devoid of complication or commitment. He calls it “Island Living”. It’s an ingenious system dividing…
“So, what did you have to eat?” “Well” Sebastian says, “Pizza!”. “Of course.” I say. It was, after all, a day trip to Dave and Buster’s with his winter camp. “What else? I ask. “Chicken Nuggets.” “And?” “French Fries.” “And?” “Cookies!” His eyes are lighting…
I tend to forget that Sebastian is only six years old with all this stuff that’s going on at this age: he’s learning to read pretty damn well, he is athletic beyond anything I could have imagined (Scholarship!), including skateboarding at daredevil levels (Sponsorship!). He has…
Do you ever had that moment when your kids get a toy, and you are pretty sure your are WAY more inspired with the potential for play than they are? Happened to me just the other day… — — — Bad Papa East
I suffer from unrealistic expectations of myself. Delusions, really. I guess it stems from the early period of my life when I was given the impression that I’m not good enough, smart enough, and that I’m a real crock of shit. I carry the feeling of…
Today’s blogging activities are suspended due to fucked up people with small penises (or big vaginas) asserting their desperate need for relevance on the children of this fair city of ours, Los Angeles, and its school district. The good news is that there is a plethora of…
My first Listicle, the essential building blocks of the blogosphere. Given that it’s nearly Christmas, I thought I would try my hand at a listicle of several great books for younger children ages 2 plus. Order them for Christmas, or find them in the library. …