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We’ll be away from our desks the month of August, carrying on with the non-bloggy aspects of our lives, watching mindless movie blockbusters, and indulging in summery drinks made with generous pours of bourbon. During this month, we’ll be linking each day to a different website that we ♥. Hopefully you’ll discover something delightful and new while we’re gone. If not, you are a serious Captain Crankypants and are probably in dire need of a summery drink made with a generous pour of bourbon.
‘Til September, lovelies.
I’ll admit that I am personally a bit of baby whore, someone who walks up to any strange little ‘un with wide open arms to offer a bounce or a burp, loves getting puked on, files “squishing baby thighs” under “favorite pastimes,” and is truly validated not by career achievement but by the squealy giggle of a toddler who can’t distinguish me from a play-and-learn musical puppy. I love babies. I probably love your baby. Give me your baby. I want to squish its thighs.
But still, I think it takes a lot for a parenting blog to be good reading for those without child. I don’t spend a ton of time on mommy and daddy sites (although I did follow a mama trail to this post about family bikes once, and almost dropped a few grand on a family tricycle just for myself), so I’m surprised that I keep finding myself browsing the stories of Busy Dad Blog and giggling at the life of Huggies-sponsored daddy Jim. Jim (Busy Dad) is one of the three people I know of in Los Angeles that rides Metro besides myself, seems like a real dude’s dude, and is constantly being outwitted by his older cutie of two, Fury (real name Marcus). I am most eternally grateful for baby Lessi (real name Alessia; Busy Dad has acknowledged that she got shortchanged on family nicknames), who has inspired a whole new cache of oogy-woogy photos to fill the empty space in my stomach that arrives every time I realize Fury is smarter than me. And she’s got those baby thighs. Just the cutest, most squishable baby thighs.
Nike has just released a new spot marking Tiger’s return to professional golf:
In dramatic black and white, a pensive–perhaps repentant–Tiger Woods stares beyond the camera (thinking about either his fall from grace or a turkey club sandwich), hearing the words of his late Hardass Dad:
I am more prone to be inquisitive to promote discussion.
I want to find out what your thinking was.
I wanna find out what your feelings are…
and… did you learn anything?“
Frankly, I think Tiger has learned something very important: good marketing, sorry faces, and a stellar golf game can EASILY clean up the Katrina of sex scandals in about… six months!
But maybe I’m wrong. Please discuss (comment) below.
Filed under: Cheaters, Creepy Voices, Dads, Drama, Earl Woods, Hardass Parents of All Colors, Learning Things the Hard Way, Nike, Post-Mortem Appearances In Commercials, Repentance, Showbiz Moms and Dads, Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods Apologizes, Tiger Woods Nike Commercial, Tiger Woods Returns to Golf, Tiger Woods Sex Scandal, Tiger Woods Sex Scandals, Turkey Club Sandwich Tiger Woods
Did y’all watch President Obama’s entire State of the Union speech last night?
Was it just us, or did Father sound MAAAAAAAAD? I damn near jumped out of my skin when he belted “I DON’T QUIT” from those mighty, Hardass Daddy lungs. While I shivered with fear, I felt good and right, hopeful and safe. And glad, so glad.
(Man, we had fucked up childhoods.)
If you missed last night’s speech [shrugs] because you were busy doing something else, watch all 70 minutes or so below:
Filed under: "I Don't Quit.", Angry Men, Daddy Issues, Dads, First State Of the Union, Hardass Parents of All Colors, Kowtow, Obama Administration, POTUS, President Barack Obama, President Obama State Of The Union, SOTU, Speeches, State Of The Union, the President, Who Are Your Parents?
Jon Voight, second Runner-up for Dad-of-the-Century (Michael Lohan and Papa Joe put in such competitive bids), has spoken up this week on why the Democrats are making a piss-poor candidate choice for the upcoming Presidential election, in a dense editorial printed in the Washington Times.
We, as parents, are well aware of the importance of our teachers who teach and program our children. We also know how important it is for our children to play with good-thinking children growing up.
Sen. Barack Obama has grown up with the teaching of very angry, militant white and black people: the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Louis Farrakhan, William Ayers and Rev. Michael Pfleger. We cannot say we are not affected by teachers who are militant and angry. We know too well that we become like them, and Mr. Obama will run this country in their mindset…
…there’s not a cell in my body that can accept the idea that Mr. Obama can keep us safe from the terrorists around the world, and from Iran, which is making great strides toward getting the atomic bomb. And while a misleading portrait of Mr. Obama is being perpetrated by a media controlled by the Democrats, the Obama camp has sent out people to attack the greatness of Sen. John McCain, whose suffering and courage in a Hanoi prison camp is an American legend.
My gracious. Quite a lot of Hardass Parenting words from a man who lied and cheated on his wife, has been publicly shamed by his own daughter (after “teaching and programming” both of his offspring’s ways towards drug-abusing, sibling-tonguing, skin-cutting, parent-omitting young-life crises), and who can’t remember the name of his grandchild?
Brother, please. Leave the preaching to the Reverends.
Filed under: Bad Parenting, Barack Obama, Brother Please, Dads, Fear-Mongers, Hardass Parents of All Colors, John McCain, Jon Voight is a Tool, McCarthyites, Nonsense, Public Shaming, Reverends, Wesley Clark
CBS announced today that they will not be airing any more episodes of their new reality show, Secret Talents of the Stars, which first aired on Wednesday.
For those of you who missed the premiere, it featured George Takei singing the country classic, “On the Road Again.”
…But he can’t be faulted for the cancellasian! We don’t know about you, but we found his performance to be incredibly sweet and endearing, in addition to the fact that we loved his shirt and had no idea his voice had such a rich timbre. For what it’s worth, we simply love Takei–he kind of reminds us of our respective dads, who both actually have pretty damn good singing voices, too.
This performance was better suited for a party hosted by DISGRASIAN, set on a dimly lit stage in a K-town karaoke bar, and fueled by vodka and scotch. Don’t blame Takei for the death of Secret Talents. He didn’t art direct the stupid show. He just rocked it!