Spent a while Friday morning deciding which seat to choose in my car. Settled on the front seat since it’s not one of those self-driving cars.
Parents just don’t understand, man! Like, I’m a parent now and I’m very confused.
Buttercup can now entertain herself with a rattle. Being a parent was fun, but I’m glad it’s over now.
Shipping confirmation from Amazon on my 3DS! Was getting bored of playing with Buttercup even though she is also in 3D.
It’s glasses free 3D, but since I’m nearsighted in my right eye, I require glasses for anything to be in 3D.
What is it with some cultures and their irrational hatred of pronounceable names?
Congratulations Frank J! Actually as a man, your parental duties were over when you got Sarah K pregnant! Your next assignment won’t kick in until another 16 or 17 years when Buttercup brings home her first “boyfriend”. They will ride up on the back of his badly running Harley chopper (no helmets of course) and when “Chugger” hops off his ride, Buttercup will introduce you to him. He will say “Hey Dude” and Buttercup will let you know that “Chugger” is 23, in-between jobs right now but that’s OK because he needs time to finish his TATS and Body Piercings anyway. It will now be your time to calmly walk up to “Chugger” and say “Hey Dude” as you punch him in the nads. You will then need to put him on his bike and let him know in a very calm voice so that Buttercup can’t hear that if he ever talks to your daughter again you will shoot him! Then you will need to ground Buttercup for about 5 years!
I picked my 3DS up in-store yesterday. It’s cool except for a few changes they made to the hardware from previous DS models, and for the fact that I don’t have any games for it yet.
New Super Mario Bros. will have to do for a bit longer.
“Spent a while Friday morning deciding which seat to choose in my car. Settled on the front seat since it’s not one of those self-driving cars.”
I want to murder that song.
I think Rebecca Black may have done the world a great service – she may have single-handedly killed Autotune. Will any performer from this day forward want any of their music to sound anything like “Friday”?
“Parents just don’t understand, man! Like, I’m a parent now and I’m very confused.”
I wonder of all parents are always this confused? As a parent I was very confused for a stretch, then was shocked when our son turned out to be a serious responsible man. He’s more responsable than I was at 25. I credit my wife. Maybe she was as confused as I was, but she did a better job of hiding it. My parents never looked or sounded confused, maybe they were better at hiding it too? I don’t know, I’m so confused.
“Buttercup can now entertain herself with a rattle. Being a parent was fun, but I’m glad it’s over now.”
BWAHAHAHAHA! Man, are you in for a let down. I got news for ‘ya, your vacation will last only until she learns to walk, then you’re back to being a parent, traffic cop and all around disaster preventer as Buttercup learns to navigate your house. Think “Indiana Jones and The Temple Of Doom.” Then come “The Terrible Twos” which combines walking all over the place with a temper. You will long for the days when she could entertained with just a “rattle.”
When your name means Ass Wipe, you don’t want it to be pronounceable
“Spent a while Friday morning deciding which seat to choose in my car. Settled on the front seat since it’s not one of those self-driving cars.”
Hope you and the Mrs. had a good time Friday morning. Now that you have a kid you have to get it when you can, although you probably would have had more room in the back.
Son of Bob likes to get it in the back seat.
I don’t get it.
Worse, what is it with nitwit reporters that trip over themselves trying to outdo each other in pronouncing these unpronounceable names?
Worst Offender: Sylvia Poggioli of NPR. She can’t even pronounce her own name without making it sound unpronounceable, nor can she do it without adding letters (I thought it was “Perjoli” until I looked it up just now.)
Worst Abused Name: Hiroshima. Back in the 80’s, “those in the know” changed its pronunciation from heer-oh-SHE-ma to hi-ROH-shuh-ma. Well-oh, fine and diddly, but the first pronunciation was correct. Looks like the 509th Bomb Wing got it right in more ways than one.
Do I care if the Libyans pronounce Los Angeles correctly? Are my feelings thusly hurt? No. I don’t even care if Hispanics pronounce it properly.
What is it with some cultures and their irrational hatred of pronounceable names?
I’ll explain, since I have an unpronounceable surname (actually, it can be pronounced, but the speaker gets transported to an alternate universe). There are
some real advantages. It’s much easier to deal with telemarketers. Telemarketer: “I’m calling for James, uh, uh, uh, uh . . .” Iowa Jim: “If you can’t pronounce my name I probably don’t want to talk to you. Call me back when you can pronounce it.”
@DamnCat,
Clearly, your wife can’t keep a secret.
Froggy style? It’s all fun and games until you end up posing for National Lampoon cartoons.
Curse you, Son of Bob. Now I know why our last litter had webbed toes!
I would imagine that Buttercup’s rattle is from a Western Rattlesnake.
So now Frank is an Un-Parent, I hope he at least taught Buttercup to forage for Cheerios on the floor.
Unpronounceable names? I blame the LORD. Confounded the languages of man, He did.
@DamnCat,
I thought that last litter was particularly attractive…webbed toes and all.
We should organize together everyone on IMAO with a 3DS. I wonder if Frank would put a post for everyone to post friend codes.