In honor of my oldest son being left handed, I invite you to drink left handed on THIS, Int’l Left-handedness Day. It’s also Friday the 13th, so no tool use, please, southpaws. (Lefties have more accidents, statistically, as 99.5% of tools are designed…

So, my old friend, Trotsky — not that Trotsky, the other one — has called me a big weenie for having all my gray matter roasted in tasty woks in Chinatown by my two radioactive youngins, leaving my cranium an echoey blimp hangar. Sure, ok, his younge…

It’s official. Years of parenting and child-screaming — not to mention repeating the same phrases over and over until they have no meaning — have finally taken their toll: A Man Called Da-da has absolutely no gray matter left in his head. This came a…

I’m just at the part where the cat starts gnawing on her face. Groovy!

“The only dog in the world with a magic button.” Awesome.

As my oldest loves Stuporman, here are a few da-da-esque covers for today.

I just heard two LSMs (Leopard Skinned Moms) at Hole Fuds — where else — arguing about whose kid was HOTTER. (Their kids looked like drugged tree sloths, but I don’t think irony plays any part in their lives.) I’ve always hoped my kids would be awkwa…