Monday, November 19, 2007
So, yeah, I now know what a mucus plug is…
…as well as the bloody show, bag of waters, and a number of other cutesy names for some really un-cutesy stuff (I mean really, Bloody Show? Don’t you just picture some English chap with a handlebar mustache sporting a derby slapping you on the back while saying that?).
So, I took a walk with my very pregnant wife (due any day, maybe even any hour, now) yesterday. It was cool, but not cold in Chicago. A little rainy, but really, kind of a good day. Not nice or beautiful, but good. We were have a nice walk until we had to walk through a gaggle of kids (my wife thinks they were 12 or 13, I don’t know… bad with ages and names) blocking the sidewalk. And one of those little dicks started mouthing off to me because I “almost knocked into” him as I passed.
And it’s really put me in a foul mood… still. Because I’m about to have one of those dicks. And even if, by some miracle, I can keep my kid from becoming a total douche who would try to pick a fight with a guy walking with his pregnant wife, he/she is going to have to interact with these little pricks everyday at school.
How do you keep your kid from becoming an asshole? And how do you help him/her deal with the assholes that surround us – especially considering I don’t know how to deal with them (unless you count fantasies of walking back and beating the shit out of a 12-year-old dealing).
Well, on a more positive note, a buddy and roommate of mine from college who I haven’t talked to in years (seriously, like 12 years) is the creator and producer of a new cartoon airing on Cartoon Network. It’s called Chowder and I’ll let you go to the official Chowder website or his blog, the wonderfully titled Nerd Armada to learn more about it because it’s a typically wacky concept (when we roomed together he drew a strip for The Daily Texan called Durbingle the Goat Boy). I hope it does well because it would be pretty cool for my kid to grow up watching something created by a friend of mine (yeah, I know, 12 years… but since I never did anything to officially alienate him, he’s still a friend).
Good luck and congratulations, Carl.
Now, I gotta pull out the ol’ Durbingle books… God I hope I had you sign those.
So, I took a walk with my very pregnant wife (due any day, maybe even any hour, now) yesterday. It was cool, but not cold in Chicago. A little rainy, but really, kind of a good day. Not nice or beautiful, but good. We were have a nice walk until we had to walk through a gaggle of kids (my wife thinks they were 12 or 13, I don’t know… bad with ages and names) blocking the sidewalk. And one of those little dicks started mouthing off to me because I “almost knocked into” him as I passed.
And it’s really put me in a foul mood… still. Because I’m about to have one of those dicks. And even if, by some miracle, I can keep my kid from becoming a total douche who would try to pick a fight with a guy walking with his pregnant wife, he/she is going to have to interact with these little pricks everyday at school.
How do you keep your kid from becoming an asshole? And how do you help him/her deal with the assholes that surround us – especially considering I don’t know how to deal with them (unless you count fantasies of walking back and beating the shit out of a 12-year-old dealing).
Well, on a more positive note, a buddy and roommate of mine from college who I haven’t talked to in years (seriously, like 12 years) is the creator and producer of a new cartoon airing on Cartoon Network. It’s called Chowder and I’ll let you go to the official Chowder website or his blog, the wonderfully titled Nerd Armada to learn more about it because it’s a typically wacky concept (when we roomed together he drew a strip for The Daily Texan called Durbingle the Goat Boy). I hope it does well because it would be pretty cool for my kid to grow up watching something created by a friend of mine (yeah, I know, 12 years… but since I never did anything to officially alienate him, he’s still a friend).
Good luck and congratulations, Carl.
Now, I gotta pull out the ol’ Durbingle books… God I hope I had you sign those.
