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- dada
- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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November
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- Fear and loathing at the B&O
- Apt pupil
- Bleak Friday
- Dentist
- Membership has its privileges
- Jane in repose
- King bed
- Thanksgiving redux
- Working backwards
- Take back the Street
- Not nearly as fun as UB40 would lead you to believe
- From Sam's kitchen
- Overdue
- From the Dept. of Shameless Commerce
- Sam: The new Kyle?
- Scatology
- Once more, with feeling
- Standing room only
- The Secret Sharer
- And so it begins...
- Halloween recap
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