Recommended
So Hugh Hewitt recommended this blog ... Lileks.com and specifically, Bleats.
The author (no idea what / who it is writing) turns innocuous daily events (in the first link, a tooth incident and a lie about granola) into really interesting banter or literature. However you want to look at it.
He had me smiling ... to quote (and wet your appetite):
(G)Nat had a loose tooth, ready to be plucked and handed off to the Dentition-recycling fairies. She didn’t want to pull it out, though. This I heard in the background while working on soundtrack for a buzz.mn video not yet filmed. (It should be up tomorrow afternoon, if I can pull this off.) So I’m arranging and playing and moving blocks of tracks around, and then I look behind me and she has her tooth tied to a string tied to the doorknob.
What is this, the 19th century? Deadwood Painless Dentistry? I got out my camera, of course, and was waved off. Darn child and her stupid zone of privacy. In the end the string was removed, and the tooth maintains its tenuous tenancy in her gum. She asked me tonight if I put the money under her pillow; I said hah, I’m the guy who has to disable the burglar alarm so the fairy doesn’t set it off. Technically, not a lie.
The “technical” part is important, because I caught her in a fib tonight, and had to Exact Punishment. Parenthood: you find yourself erecting these complex equations on the spot, and you have to stick to them, too.
The author (no idea what / who it is writing) turns innocuous daily events (in the first link, a tooth incident and a lie about granola) into really interesting banter or literature. However you want to look at it.
He had me smiling ... to quote (and wet your appetite):
(G)Nat had a loose tooth, ready to be plucked and handed off to the Dentition-recycling fairies. She didn’t want to pull it out, though. This I heard in the background while working on soundtrack for a buzz.mn video not yet filmed. (It should be up tomorrow afternoon, if I can pull this off.) So I’m arranging and playing and moving blocks of tracks around, and then I look behind me and she has her tooth tied to a string tied to the doorknob.
What is this, the 19th century? Deadwood Painless Dentistry? I got out my camera, of course, and was waved off. Darn child and her stupid zone of privacy. In the end the string was removed, and the tooth maintains its tenuous tenancy in her gum. She asked me tonight if I put the money under her pillow; I said hah, I’m the guy who has to disable the burglar alarm so the fairy doesn’t set it off. Technically, not a lie.
The “technical” part is important, because I caught her in a fib tonight, and had to Exact Punishment. Parenthood: you find yourself erecting these complex equations on the spot, and you have to stick to them, too.
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