07 Feb

Dad and Buried Posted in Music 2 comments

The Soothing Sounds of Heroin Addiction

This weekend, I came across a company called Rockabye Baby. They create lullabys based on popular music so you can indoctrinate your child with your favorite tunes before he can even speak.

Not entirely sure I’m on board with stripping these artists of many of the qualities that make them relevant in the first place – which is what is necessary in order to make most popular music compatible with infants, but whatever. It’s a decent idea – nothing warms my heart like the thought of my son growing up to like the same music, movies, books and other assorted pop culture that I waste so much time obsessing over – but there’s just something questionable about the execution here, not the least of which is the fact that it doesn’t seem like the people at Rockabye spent too much time considering the lyrical content of some of their selections.
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15 Sep

Dad and Buried Posted in Movies One comment

Waiting For the Kid to Come Out

Kid’s not even born and he already has a lot to answer for.

I am not a religious man. I certainly don’t believe that a literal Adam and a literal Eve were chilling in a literal garden when a literal snake offered them literal fruit from the literal Tree of Knowledge.

But after sitting vigil during my wife’s labor and delivery, I am coming around to the idea of Original Sin.

27 Aug

Dad and Buried Posted in Babies 4 comments

Time To Be A Role Model?

The other day, my wife gently let me know that she was a little concerned with the language I used in my last post. That’s not an MP, I said. That’s a YP.

But then, the next day…

The doctor told us she loved the way my wife’s cervix looked. She used terms like effacement and dilated and etc. She says it should be any day now.

Let me repeat: It should be any day now that I will have a son. Yikes.

Does this change everything? Is it time for me to tone down my language, reconsider some of my actions in the face of becoming a father. Is what was just a few days ago purely a YP now an MP?

Is it time for Dad and Buried to grow up? Can I?

20 Jul

Dad and Buried Posted in Music 2 comments

Billy Joel

It’s been really hot lately.

I live on the fourth floor and my window unit A/C only accomplishes so much. So there have been quite a few nights over the past month or so during which I’ve found myself unable to sleep. During these intervals of insomnia, my mind has been occupied with a variety of different subjects, not the least of which is the rapidly approaching birthday of my son.

I don’t know that you can call these episodes nightmares, since as I mentioned I am wide awake, but they are terrifying nonetheless. I’m under a lot of pressure.

My life will never be the same. In about two months, there will suddenly be another person living in my house. My life will never be solely mine again. So many things are about to change, so many questions plague me…

Check them out after the jump.

Not My Son!

Wow. And here I am, worried about dropping my kid when this specimen clearly illustrates that there are far worse problems with which to contend. Or maybe HE was dropped on HIS head…. Baby Rule: No Gwar. Baby Rule: No Jerry Springer. Baby Rule: No believing in things without my permission. Baby Rule: No whatever-that-hairdo-is-called.Read more about Not My Son![…]

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