Tonight was the first time in over two weeks that the kids weren’t over and I had the place to myself. I came home and promptly crashed on the couch after several days of only 1-3 hours of uninterrupted sleep per night. Now here’s where it gets weird.
Please note in the captain’s log that, as of 1200 hours ship’s time, we have switched to the backup caffiene supply. May the wind be at our backs…until about 5:00pm.
I imagine you’re wondering why I’ve called all of you here.
I’m declaring it Cyan Saturday. Not sure why, but it flows off the tongue way better than Black Friday, doesn’t it? First off, I want to introduce a new tradition, wherein I point you toward books written by several of my closest friends. Somewhere between common interests and all of us being writers at heart, …
C: Daddy, get down! ME: What? C: GET DOWN! ME: You mean get down from my chair, or get down and get funky? [ thoughtful pause ] C: Get down and get funky, daddy.
So for Halloween this year, I gradually accumulated the pieces I’d need for a truly disturbing outfit. Not some horrific character you’ve seen in a movie or on TV, not someone from comics or literature, but…me. 180-proof, undistilled me.
I’m a vicious tiger, RRRRAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!
E: Hey dad, you want to hear me recite the Preamble to the Constitution? ME: Sure. E: [recites the Preamble word-for-word, only a little bit haltingly] ME: Wow. E: Did I get it right? ME: Yeah you did. I’m gonna cast a write-in vote for you to be president in a few years. E: Whaaaat? …