Mr. Pooper: I don’t actually call you “Mr. Pooper.” I just like the idea of being able to say I was “hanging with Mr. Pooper.” Heh. You won’t get that reference but maybe if Google is still around, you can Google it. So somewhere around month nine or ten, you went from being this laid-back, never-fusses-ever baby to being a little boy with big, vocal wants. That has been an interesting transition for mama and…
Sometimes I ache so hard for a future life that it ruins my whole day. Many people, most people(?) live their whole lives and they don’t get what they want. And that’s OK. Because no one is entitled to get what they want. Even if what they want is totally reasonable. Why the fuck should the universe align itself so that you get what you want? That is not the purpose or the function of…
Last weekday of vacation. I did about 50 percent of what I aimed to do so I am going to cram the remaining 50 percent into this weekend. Maybe. Okay, probably not. I voted and made a pot roast today so I figure we’ll call it even.
I got my two papers launched so I’m taking a week off. This feels obscene in some ways. Like, what could a person do with an ENTIRE week off? This means I will likely squander it in pajamas, watching TV shows I don’t care about. But I am not going to allow myself to feel guilty no matter what I do this week. I have small goals: • Give the cats a bath • Watch the…
Yesterday, my former employer laid off one of my close friends and one of the most talented people I have ever met. I remember when he was hired. It was a few months after I had started and the art director sent out an email to everyone telling us we’d hired a new artist named Shane McDermott, so be on the lookout for some dude walking around, wearing a beret. Get it? He was an…
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