Here's a question: At what age does a child realize that you're cursing at them?
I realize that it varies from child to child, but if I could just get some numbers in the ballpark, that could save me a lot of trouble in the future.
I hate kids. I really do. They're loud, they're smelly, they're stupid, they're rude, and they don't give a shit about how loud and smelly and stupid and rude they are. They don't. Ever find yourself in a public place and there's a child who
In this day 'n age, it seems like there is far more that I'd like to read than I could ever possibly hope to have the time for. Just today at work, I got to thinking momentarily about that Twilight Zone episode, "Time Enough At Last."
Back in high school, I used to read all the time, and had plenty of time FOR it. I could catch a few minutes here and there between class periods, during a study hall, or after an exam or whatever. Then there was that
Updated 06-11-2010 at 10:08 PM by Walt Kneeland
The cover to the new Previews (as well as DC's blog The Source) has confirmed that a new Aqualad will be coming to the pages of Brightest Day in a few issues. The cover, in fact, has already been released...
So the new Aqualad, as many people will no doubt focus on, is a black kid. That doesn't bother me. This is totally different than the whole "Donald Glover wants to be Spider-Man" fiasco. That's a case of changing the ethnicity of an established
I'm not the sort of person who sleeps late most days. Even during summer vacation, I'm usually out of bed between 8:30-9 o'clock (as I get up at 5:15 for work, that's enormously late for me). But Erin is, and as we're on vacation, I've been letting her sleep late.
Until this morning. Erin used to work in a hotel, so she assures me that it's actually customary to inform guests if you're going to be doing renovations to the hotel during their stay.
Especially if those renovations
I was shocked this evening to see all of their lights off tonight as I went to read, and was greeted with a welcome silence.
For a couple of minutes anyway. The lights remained off, but her howling moaning and grunting pierced the darkness. I guess they left their window open.
His pathetic moaning at least made it funny.
Mercifully, it was extremely short-lived. Poor girl.