I’m probably jinxing myself, but I’m proud of the fact that I’ve never missed a day at this site so far. Proud, and frankly amazed. It was a big problem at the previous home of our nonsense, but I vowed that the publishing schedule would be sacred here. And, so far… I’ve managed not to shit the credenza.
But maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned it? It’s like when a pitcher is throwing a no-hitter; you’re NEVER supposed to acknowledge it, until the game is over. Oh well. If I’ve ruined everything, it’ll be evident soon enough.
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Our oldest boy will be going away to college in less than two weeks. Every time I think about it, I get hummingbirds in my stomach. A few of the reasons:
· Will he take to it?
· Will he actually go to class?
· How will his relationship with his girlfriend be affected? And how will he deal with it?
· Will he be safe? Dumbassery is a dangerous thing, and colleges are teeming with dumbassery. Starting with the faculty.
· The cost! Good god, the cost.
· And the big one: I’ll miss him.
That last one is going to be the hardest for me. I hope I don’t start blubbering like a giant man-baby. We’ll see how it goes.
I’ve taken two days off from work, so I can help get him settled in, etc. He hasn’t met his roommate yet — hasn’t even exchanged an email with him. That’s gotta be weird. Living inside a tiny cell with a complete stranger? I’ve never experienced such a thing. Every roommate I’ve ever had was a person I already knew.
Anyway, I think he’s ready. But I worry. I’m freaking neurotic, in fact. I’ll be on perma-edge for the first month, at least.
Toney was talking with Nancy on Sunday, and she said she feels guilty because she allows her kids 60 minutes of “screen” every day. Many of the other parents, she said, limit it to 30. Nancy feels like she’s being lazy, and probably ruining her children.
As I was being told this, I interrupted: “What the shit is screen?”
Turns out it’s the amount of time spent in front of a TV, computer, and video game — combined. Have you heard of this? Screen? Apparently it’s a term people actually use.
And only one-hour per day? That’s all?? It’s pure insanity. Our kids sometimes log eight or ten hours in a day. And when I was a kid, back when there was only Gilligan and Green Acres to choose from, I did a good four to six hours myself. You know, four to six hours of screen.
What are your thoughts on this abomination? Somebody needs to rescue those kids, and put them in front of a South Park marathon stat!
For a Question, I’d like to know if you’ve ever snooped in a person’s house. Maybe taken a quick peek inside their medicine cabinet? Or opened a drawer or whatever? If so, did you see anything unusual? Please tell me you found something unusual? I know this one is a long-shot, but I’m interested.
And finally, do you think this video is funny? I have a feeling it’s a love it or hate it kind of thing. And just so you know, I’ve seen it (and other versions of the same) multiple times through the years, and laugh my ass off without fail.
Thanks for reading!
I’ll see you guys again on Monday.