Have you built your ship of death, O have you?

Michael’s fish, Leaf, is dying. He, the killer of Lucy, has slipped into a sideways funk and has been bobbing softly on a bed of aquarium rock, breathing slowly and without hope. It is a sad picture, to be sure. This was day three of Leaf’s slow demise, and Raging Mom and I are hoping [...]

I’m just a boy with a new haircut

Alright, Raging Readers. I am going to open way up here. Make myself all vulnerable and shit. Get ready, yo. Readers with fragile sensibilities, be warned. Readers with whom I work or who know me IRL, know that I will deny the existence of this particular post should you ever bring it up in my [...]

WW: Raging Felines

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Shiny happy fits of rage

Sometimes I forget that my kids are still, well, kids. Sometimes it seems like they have been around forever, and a clogged up part of my brain occasionally fails to filter out certain comments. The other day Sonny turned to me at the dinner table and asked, “Dad, can I live with you forever and [...]

I got a gypsy woman givin’ me advice

My blogging mojo has been lacking lately again. I seem to go in phases, where I get productive and then I just kinda fall off the map. Folks say that you should not feel pressure to post, that blogging should be for your own satisfaction. Well, okay. Sure. But there is definitely a part of [...]

Sonny says, “Skinnamarinky dinky dink”

WW: Raging Boys

Happy makes me a modern girl

I was trolling around the Net yesterday and apparently I missed out on the controversy last week over the new “tween” Dora. Mattel, showing a rather alarming lack of brand management savvy, broke the news to the public by releasing a silhouette in which her flowy tunic looked more like a micro mini. Mommies raged [...]

WW: A damn fine cup of coffee

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Playing with pink eye

Somehow, I have managed to get pink eye. Again. This is at least the fourth time that I have fallen victim to its creeping nastiness. Right now, my left eye is a hot mess. I fucking hate pink eye. Here is the real kicker: none of my punk kids even had it this time. Which [...]