It’s The Dad Life

My little girl started school today!


How is this possible? Erin and I dropped Ella off for her first day of preschool. She was very excited to see her teacher Miss Elizabeth and did not seem scared at all, unlike one little boy that was screaming and crying “I want to go home!” over and over! We were nervous that his crying would be contagious and the whole class would bust into tears at any moment. But Ella did not cry and only once said she wanted us to stay to play with her, but she was over it within seconds and playing with her new classmates. Mom’s eyes did well up a bit though as we were leaving. I can’t wait to go pick her up after school and hear her talk all about her first day!

1943 Disney cartoon about Nazis

Twitter and Facebook get folks fired and arrested

Huffington Post puts together a series of stories where social media has lead to arrests and firings:

All My Friends Are Dead

If you’re a dinosaur, all of your friends are dead. If you’re a pirate, all of your friends have scurvy. If you’re a tree, all of your friends are end tables. Each page of this laugh-out-loud illustrated humor book showcases the downside of being everything from a clown to a cassette tape to a zombie. Cute and dark all at once, this hilarious children’s book for adults teaches valuable lessons about life while exploring each cartoon character’s unique grievance and wide-eyed predicament. From the sock whose only friends have gone missing to the houseplant whose friends are being slowly killed by irresponsible plant owners (like you), All My Friends Are Dead presents a delightful primer for laughing at the inevitable.

Avery Monsen is an actor, artist, and writer.

Jory John is a writer, editor, and journalist.

They are friends, and neither is dead. Yet.

Hooked on a Feeling (wow)

Alex Pardee paints a demonic Steve Urkel

I had seen the image a few times, but had never seen this timelapse video of its creation – very cool. I love the “Did I do that?” pose.

Here is more personal artwork done by San Francisco artist Alex Pardee »


A Hole in My Mind

“I was thumbing through New Mexico with
nothing, headed nowhere, when I fell in
with a shaman named Shaman who pricked a
hole in my mind. A little prick it was,
but everything gushed in through it, and
everything spilled out. Suddenly, I could
not tell the difference between myself and
others or between my body and the rest of
the world.”

- Eliot Fintushel: Izzy and the Father of Terror (1998)

Testing 1…2…3

I am not typing these words. I am actually saying them out loud. I am trying out a new program called Dragon Naturally Speaking, it lets me dictate my speech into text. Pretty cool, I must say. Unfortunately I have nothing to say right now.

At the mall…

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