My dad loves the expression “The squeaky wheel gets the oil.” He also loves demanding oil when he’s told there is no oil, or that the squeaky wheels aren’t allowed to have it. Which brings me to another favorite expression of his: “Would it be possible for you to make an exception?” The lesson I…
Category Archives: my dad
Who’s your robot butler? And other Seldom Asked Questions
All the blogs on blogging say that to “create value” in your content, you should listen to your readers: What are they saying in the comments? What questions are they asking? Answer them! I couldn’t really find any questions in the comments, so I reached out to you and asked what you wanted to…
The walking and feeding of pet peeves
As a kid, every time I went to the store with my dad, I’d watch him do something I thought was re-fucking-tarded:
Shit. I said a bad word.
There’s this twitter user you’ve probably heard of called “Shit My Dad Says.” He tweets shit his dad says, and his feed is being turned into a network tv show starring William Shatner. Except it won’t be called “Shit My Dad Says.” I don’t think they know what they’ll call it, because they can’t say…
Gifts for the dad who feels everything
Today is my dad’s 78th birthday. Buying presents for him is always hard. Not because he’s “the man who has everything,” but because he’s “the man who wants nothing normal.”
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(Comes with free house-breaking wee wee pad!)
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