STEREOh-So-Typical Thursdays.

I don't know how often I'm out with my children and someone has to comment on how unusual it is to see a father out doing something with his children. It happens as often as people look at my wife and me, or make an offhanded comment (usually to my wife) that lets us know that they think that I am merely the Baby-daddy here.
Seriously... are men that bad? So much so that the majority of women believe we are completely incapable of long-term (as in life-long), loving relationships with our significant others and our children? Are men so against being involved with their kids' lives ?
I guess I'm among the lucky ones. My father was there as much as he could be.
He had to works shifts, he is a security guard, and he is older than most of the parents of my friends (this year I turn 30, while he turns 75).
There are a lot of people who say that he wasn't involved with my brother and me, but, they never saw behind the scenes.
From his example, from his lifestyle, I learned the values of moderation, learned of honour, the strength of peace, and spirituality.
So, I just cannot fathom how a man can NOT want to be a father, and\or a husband?
I also cannot fathom why so many men, not wanting to be a father, and\or a husband, are just makin' babies left right and centre.
Seriously... do you guys think that the Stork brings them? When you go to do the deed and talk your temporary girl into not making you suit up... do you really think that nothing will happen at all? Perhaps you failed sex ed? Or maybe your parent(s) failed to explain something... see, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they come together and [[sometimes] get married and] express their love (see: lust) in a beautiful (or, maybe twisted, degrading and sick) physical way. The man inserts his pennus into the woman's vajinna (fabulous Un-Prize to the first to get the reference), and after sometime the both (hopefully) experience a mini-explosion.
Then, little white tadpoles called sperm travel out of the man's penis, through special tubes inside the women to a special egg. One of the tadpoles gets into the egg and that is how babies are made.
So, next time you're about to do the dirty, guys, remember that the tadpoles inside your pennus are made specifically to make a baby with your lady's egg through her vajinna... Sex is where babies come from, and if you aren't ready to be a father, think about where you're sticking your baby-maker.
That's all I've got for now.
Tomorrow is Friday: Your WeekEnds, Mine Doesn't.
=DK=

Whatchu Talkin' 'Bout Ollie?!

A few weeks ago, I discovered the blog of fellow comic geek and self-proclaimedpretending-to-not-be-a-geek... geek ... the infamous Nerdy Bird. She has boobs, she reads comics, Really, go see for yourself.

Get it? Good.



Diggin' the blog, when she decided to show this faux pas to the audience.

See, for those who aren't aware, John Stewart here... the Green Lantern ... is not Green Arrow, Oliver Queen.

Stewart has long been hailed as the JLA's "Angry Black Man"... hey every super-team needs one, right? (we'll get into that another time). I can just imagine his rant at seeing this box...

"Who the hell went and did this? Do I LOOK like some arrow-shootin', Robin Hood-wannabe with more money than brains???"-- John is voiced by actor-comedian Phil Lamar , but for this rant, only Samuel L. Jackson would do --- "It's BAD enough that I've had to be the token black man for this team, but I haven't even been NEAR Black Canary's booty! HOW could I be Green Arrow and NOT a chance to work with that sweet, sweet Black Canary... and why is blondie even called "Black Canary"- not that she's not fine, but SHE'S NOT BLACK-- I'm Black-- I'm Black, and I'm ANGRY!!"
I would also note that John is one the few DC comic African-American heroes that doesn't have "Black" in his hero monicker *ex. Black Lightning, Black Vulcan, Black Eagle, Black Racer, the Black Spider, Blackwing* ok, well, this is a bit of an exaggeration... there's also Bronze Tiger.

*see a List of Black Superheroes here... it really is an exaggeration, but these are some of the more well known*

This picture was just too funny not to comment on.

Thanks Nerdy Bird.

Dream Well

Hey, don't forget to read over Nerdy Bird's blog... see if the Spirit of giving takes over :)

Welcome

Well, this is it.
One of my New Year's Resolutions was to start a BLOG. Why? I truly have no idea.
It's something to do, I suppose.
Now, I'll warn anyone who decides to stick with me on this, I'm not much of a writer. I also have ADD (ADHD-PI), so I don't think in one direction, generally speaking.
Just a heads up.
So, "what's this blog about?" you ask? I haven't the foggiest. I'm not going to pick one subject. I'll blog the various things on my mind over time, hopefully I'll get to blog something funny, relavent, or even passable.
If you have any topics, feel free to let me know.

First on my list;
Why on Earth do people blame their credit card companies for problems that could have easily been fixed.
I work in customer service for a major credit card company (I won't say which one), and I DAILY receive calls from people who simply seem to lack the ability to take responsibility for their own laziness\errors\lack of responsibility. Living in Canada, and dealing with Canadian clients, I would have thought that perhaps things would be a little more on the pleasant\polite side... how wrong I was.
Look, you can't blame your credit card company for half of the crap they put you through. That's like neglecting to house-train a puppy, and then, 4 years later when the 100+ pound mini-horse shits on the furniture, getting angry and calling the puppymill that you "rescued" it from. Once it's in your hands, and you use it, it's up to you to take care of it. Now, I know that it's a big responsibility, but you can handle it, right? I mean, what's a short term loan when compared to all the other things in your life, right?
So if your interest rate has jumped up, "suddenly", and you are mad at someone, remember that when you point at someone, 3 other fingers are pointing right back at you. And one of those fingers is flipping you the bird.
1)- I don't care what Oprah says. Oprah doesn't run a multinational financial corporation. Oprah doesn't need to worry about interest rates, she has people she pays to pay people to make sure that she's always in the black (Oho! I get it... she is black, and has lots of money! Oho!--Thanks Fouad.) Oprah has more money than God. Literally more. How many charities need donations? How many foodbanks, schools, churches, medical organizations etc? How many of those above are affiliated with SOMEKINDA religion? How much money is Oprah's shoe closet worth?
More money than God. Oprah doesn't have problems with creditors. Oprah doesn't need short term credit, but she probably gets it anyways, why? Because she has more money than God.
2)- If your religion forbids you from paying interest, ask yourself; which is more important- The credit card that will charge you interest if your payment is late, that you really don't use all that much? or your core system of beliefs and values which you have chosen to live by and raise your family with? Nuf Sed.
3)- Did you REALLY not get your statement last month, or did you just not open it?
Seriously. Check the pile of bills in the corner. I'll wait. Seriously, I'll wait.
Oh, it's unopened in the trash? Gee... and the one you threw away is the one that warned you your interest rate would be going up 3 months in the future, due to the previous 5 late payments you made? And it had a notice on it to call us so we can keep you at your normal interest rate? And it was dated 2 years ago today? Awwww.
Muffin.
4)- Read the contract. Why would you sign or use anything without reading it first?
Honestly, if it's too much work, than you don't need it.
Anywho, it's late.
I'll be back soon with another something or the other.
Dream well.