June 20, 2004
PRESENTS!
Here's what my blogchildren got me for Father's Day:
_Jon of We Swear shows that he understands how much Father's Day sucks, with this beautiful rant. So hard to pick a good excerpt, but try this for starters:
But first, let's consider what he doesn't want to be doing:
- Getting dressed up for a meal. If boxer shorts and t-shirt are not enough, fuck it.
- Opening gifts he is gonna; a) Not use, b) Pay for in a month.
- Reading greeting cards like the words apply. (Does anyone actually read the spew inside them things? Ooops - don't sue.)
- Listening to Mom lasso and struggle to control the rats.
- Squeezing into a parking spot at the local eatery.
- Standing around for 30+ minutes waiting for a non-clean table.
- Trying to understand the slurred speech of a tongue-pierced, hung-over, couldn't-fucking-care-less wait-person.
- Enjoying the "gut rumbles" that come with an under-cooked meal from an overly busy, rushed, hung-over kitchen staff.
- Racing home to evacuate his bowels from the "Yeah, that was a great meal. Thanks" he just choked down.
Johnny-Oh of Closet Extremist... uh, it's kind of a visual, but I'm touched that he took the time to make it himself. Forgot to draw my beard, though.
Teresa of Technicalities gave me a small explosive device, and now I'm up to 67.
Sally of Whimsey Capricious got me some yummy lasagna, and returned an *ahem* item that's been missing out of my sock drawer for a while now. Bad Sally! Don't go rummaging in Daddy's dresser!
Oh, and she got me this, uh,lovely tie.
Joey of Single White Male gave me a LARGER explosive device. Nothing like a little sibling rivalry.
Boudicca of Boudicca's Voice... just pours it out from the heart, all sweet & sappy. I'm blushing. And I'm not crying, it's just dusty in here :'-)
Jeff of Hilarity Ensues screamed "You just don't understand!" and locked himself in his bedroom. He's at that age, ya know.
GEBIV of There's One, Only! didn't get me anything, but he was willing to share his fortune cookies.
Mike the Marine is just avoiding me.
The Bartender of Madfish Willie's Cyber Saloon... well, I think he's still holding a grudge about that last party in the Champagne Room, so no specific gift. However, he did re-post one of his old Filthy Lies, and it mentions my name. Good as a Hallmark to me.
Thanks one and all. I'm touched by your outpouring of love and/or apathy :-)
How does one become a blogchild, Harvey?
A blogchild is someone who doesn't blog who you talk into starting.
I've also got 3 adoptees, who claim that I was a significant influence in their blogging journey, even though I wasn't the direct cause of their start.
So, were you looking to become one, or looking to have one of your own?
Hey there Maura. I'd be more than happy to assist with the conception! ;^)
Sorry Johnny, she's looking for a blog father for herself, not parenting a blog child of her own. LOL. I believe she's feeling like an orphan.
Oh maaaan... I'm doin' food next year! I can do food. The lasagna thing... I'm married to an Italian! But Sally did that this year, great idea BTW, so next year I just may have to do Haggis. :)
Johnny-Oh - since Maura's already got a blog, she's not really looking for a blogfather. Maybe a "blogsugardaddy"?
Bou - Just say no to haggis! I could go for Italian. Or you can just focus on dessert. Lots of chocolate, no fruit or nuts.
Hey, I am not apathe... OOO! Cookies!
Yeah, a blogsugardaddy! I'll make it worth your while. *wink*
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