I’m on a 3-month parental leave with my 10-month-old and I’m doing this already. It’s fucking great. My wife (who makes six figures) has been so equally happy with the temporary arrangement that she has floated the idea of me (in a few years) getting the fuck out of my labor job (that is slowly destroying my body one appendage at a time) and doing this all the time.

I’m not completely against the idea, but the stigma is a lot to overcome. I don’t want to be measured as worthless by everyone around me for being a stay-at-home trad dad, when I’ve spent my entire adult life working my ass off, managing teams, and wearing down my body.

But going for quiet walks every morning and trying my hand at writing fiction sure sounds attractive…

What, you’ve never nutted in a stingray before?

The other day Costco noticed a single cracked egg at the checkout and I stood around afterward for ten minutes waiting for a replacement. Like, I appreciate the customer service, but I was fine with the cracked egg. There were 127 others intact.

Half the fun of ketchup is the PpPpPppPpPpptt!

Except when you get juice with it…

thank mr skeltal

CDPR is about to serve us up the tutorial again, but with entirely new music.

My daughter and I have been listening to Jesse Welles’ (Under the Power Lines version) of Autumn and Anything But Me quite a lot. Certain is also fire, but a little too political for my 6-year-old to grasp.

Freeman’s Mind is such a comfort to return to every now and then. Ross has one of those Homer Simpson voices that make me feel warm and at peace just listening to.

This was my experience with poutine before and after visiting Canada. No one truly gets it until they’ve had it. The real stuff. Not shredded mozzarella over fries.

White cheddar cheese curds/squeakers over fries with piping hot brown gravy poured directly over.

Now I live in Canada and eat it all the time.

(a spherical teaspoon of white glurp floats past)

“Wot? Wadn’t me.”

John, you’re the only man on board…

“Don’t know wot to tell ya, mate. Said it wadn’t me…”

Space deniers are the bottom of the fucking barrel as far as I’m concerned. I don’t know what it is about them, or how they got so fucking stupid, but there appears to be no limit to their ignorance.

You should see how Vivec holds his Muatra.

I grew up foraging mushrooms in Michigan, but ever since moving to Alberta I’ve never felt comfortable hunting mushrooms here. I need to go with someone confident who has done it their entire lives. But I did learn recently that a different species of morel actually grows out here. I’m going to try hunting those this year.

Bees went fucking nuts for my lupine, even while living in an urban environment. Only problem was that the aphids did too. So many that it was revolting. I had to aggressively remove them every single day of the colonies would explode and destroy my lupine within a very short time. They’d suck it dry.

A lady who supposedly “worked for a water company” and won’t drink tap water argued very confidently this morning that the little flakes you can see in tap water are not minerals. I put on my serious research face, but only had to do one Google search (they’re minerals).

That man’s face needs to be studied. It is incredible.

Great until the cops are looking for that one Juggalo in Jamestown but you have to represent…

Kremit…! Not in public…

I’m still afraid to switch to Linux because I’ve used Windows since i was a kid with Windows 95. It’s gotten progressively worse, and I’m still reluctantly camped out on Windows 10, but the thought of firing up a new operating system and going back to being a confused adolescent who doesn’t know how to get around (with or without accidentally making an older woman crouching in red lingerie the desktop wallpaper on my family computer and then denying any knowledge of it) makes me really uneasy.

Please, Linux whisperers. Calm my woes. 😓