Airport Security Welcomes YOU!
Now that the holidays proper have begun, a little comment on airport security. A Man Called Da-da has schlepped through airports all around the world, so he has a good handle on that rarest of animals, PE…
Da-da’s Mad as Hell and He’s Not Going to Take It Anymore: An Open Letter to Roger Goodell, NFL Commish
Hi, Roger. I’m curious. Why is it you punish NFL athletes with ‘character issues’ week after week, but at the same time allow FOX and CBS to broadcast horribly violent R-rated commercials in-between plays? AT TEN O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. It’s made it i…
Bright Tykes, Big City
I kept my young charges, Bronco and Nagurski, out of school today to size them up at the first annual Youth Work Force Draft, held at Moscone Center in San Francisco, CA. Expected to become an annual event, the forum is the brainchild o…
This Old SUX vs Bakfiets
I have an old SUV SUX, and like me it’s getting older, heavier, dumber, lower to the ground, and makes odd noises every time it moves. I used to think it was a pretty good, reliable vehicle (I won’t reveal the make), until the steering box went out at …
The Da-da Trench Test (or Combat Da-da)
As I ate my cold k-ration beany weenies last night (hey, I LIKE beany weenies), I ruminated on my last post. All told, what’s it really like to be A Man Called Da-da, or a parent in general? It’s like being in combat, that’s what. Take this little test…
A Sunday Drink Recommendation
A Sinister Friday the 13th
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…
GETCHERHANDOUTTAYERPANTS!!
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…
Vast, Lifeless Plain Found Inside Da-da’s Head
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…
Currently listening to…
I’m just at the part where the cat starts gnawing on her face. Groovy!
Every Child Loves Schnappsie
“The only dog in the world with a magic button.” Awesome.
It’s Stupor Thursday!
As my oldest loves Stuporman, here are a few da-da-esque covers for today.
Dada Rolls On
Dada Goes Down
Your Kid is Slothlike
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…