15 Sep

Dad and Buried Posted in Lists 2 comments

Top 10 Reasons Why I Love My Son

Weeks ago, I wrote a facetious post about why I hate my son. Despite the title, it shouldn’t have taken long for most readers to realize the post wasn’t about hating my son at all, but was actually about how he’s changed my life and why that’s okay.

But since there are so many literal-minded people out there who got upset at the suggestion, facetious or not, that I hate my son, and also dislike the fact that I put such language out there for him to one day discover, I thought – even at the risk of over-boarding on cheese – I should lay it out as sincerely as possible.

I mean, it is his birthday after all!

07 Sep

Dad and Buried Posted in Advice 2 comments

Take This Under Advisement, Jerkweed – Vol. 5

I’m almost officially two years into my gig as a dad, and I think it’s pretty safe to say I am DOMINATING the category. If this were the Olympics I’d be like the U.S. Women, mostly that chick that shoots them skeets real good.

Seriously, three questions this week! My authority is being recognized!

(Recognize my authority at your own risk, right here.)

06 Sep

Dad and Buried Posted in Drinking One comment

Parents Can Have Fun Too

So Snooki had a kid. *Sigh*

Look, there are plenty of people out there who have kids that maybe shouldn’t or maybe don’t want to – maybe don’t even mean to – and end up being great parents anyway. So I’m willing to give this “maybe” the benefit of the doubt. At least for a while.

After all, it’s not my business to judge Snooki’s parenting, and honestly, I have little interest in thinking about this thing you call “Snooki” at all.

Unfortunately she’s already said something that goes against everything this blog stands for. And I don’t truck with that.

16 Aug

Dad and Buried Posted in Music One comment

Life Imitates Advertising

In this age of iPods and Spotify, maybe you don’t remember Maxell. This should jog your memory: MomandBuried and I were bored on a rainy day, and the kid was unusually cooperative. Besides, he was already sitting in his easy chair; it had to happen. Unfortunately he’d already finished his martini.

10 Jul

Dad and Buried Posted in Music One comment

The History of Rock in 100 Riffs

My son loves music. A few weeks ago we bought him a little wooden guitar to play around with, and for the 18 hours he had it, he wouldn’t let it go; he actually wanted to sleep next to it in his crib. We didn’t let him, lest he break it…

Of course, the next morning, after waking up and immediately grabbing his new axe, he Pete Townshended the hell out of it. I love music myself, particularly rock n’roll, so I’m excited to see him appreciate it so young. Doesn’t hurt that he’s already emulating one of the all-time guitar gods, though it’s a shame he smashed into pieces so quickly. At least he didn’t copy Hendrix at Monterey!

This supercool video – in which a dude guns through 100 mostly recognizable guitar riffs in row, in one take – will be a fun way to show my son all the different sounds a guitar can make. Even if the guy in the video doesn’t quite do Tom Morello justice.

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