The Renaissance Festival is walking into the equivalent of a strip club for kids and LARPers. If you ain’t throwing down the bills you ain’t having fun.
I love Engrish. I’m not making fun of another person’s poor grasp of the English language (unless they are native speakers and just shitty spellers) I simply find it quaint. It’s like a fingerprint, or a stamp that says, “This was created by a real person and not a huge corporate machine.” No matter how […]
Zeb sent me a nifty blog about unplugging so you don’t miss your children’s childhoods. It got me writing what – upon reflection – is an insufferable, holier-than-thou, sanctimonious treatise on why I am a superior parent. I’m gonna put it at the bottom if you want to have a nice laugh at my expense. […]