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My Asshole Cats

My Asshole Cats

  1. …Refuse to chase their toys until I’m in 4th stage REM sleep.
  2. …Only get nauseous when the floor is clean. And only on the hardwood.
  3. …Are responsible for 99% of all poltergeist activity in the lower 48 states.
  4. …Inform me their claws need trimming when they are sitting on my crotch.
  5. …Allow my baby to pull their hair, slap them and bite their heads. If I so much as pet them too close to their tails, I lose a vital organ.
  6. …Love our cranky old Pug, but are plotting the slow, painful death of our gentle Italian Greyhound.
  7. …Want to decimate every wild bird outside, but have no interest killing indoor spiders.
  8. …Can pick locks with the skill of a hardened ex-con.
  9. …Shit next to their litter box.

I have a quwestion

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Vanessa: Hi David, Thanks for chatting, let me help you with your concern
Dave: thank you
Vanessa: Your welcome!
Dave: You’re, not your.
Vanessa: I’m not sure what you mean.
Dave: You wrote “Your welcome”, but you should have written “You’re welcome.”
Vanessa: Do you have a quwestion?
Dave: No, but I have a question.
Vanessa: ok. Please inform me once done.
Dave: Once what’s done?
Vanessa: Go ahead
Dave: What?
Vanessa: I see. So everything is ok now
Vanessa: Or you would still want me to assist you in doing it?
Dave: I haven’t asked a question yet. Or even a quwestion.
Vanessa: Ok let me verify that
Dave: I didn’t ask. Scroll back up.
Vanessa: No problem
Vanessa: Is there anything else that I can assist you on your wireless account?
Dave: Yes, I’d like to ask a QUESTION.
Vanessa: I can see how that can be frustrating for you.
Dave: Um, yes?
Dave: I just want to know why I am not getting a paper bill when two months ago, I requested to receive paper bills again.
Vanessa: change settings
Dave: What?
Vanessa: When you click profile, scroll down till you get Billing contact info
Vanessa: I am seeing that you made the request in December. You must be patient. It takes up to 48 hours to process.
Dave: It’s the last day of January. I think we’re well past the 48 hour mark.
Vanessa: I can see how that can be frustrating for you.
Dave: sigh…
Dave: Can you perhaps direct me to the page on the site where I can change that.
Vanessa: When you click profile, scroll down till you get Billing contact info
Vanessa: Then change settings
Dave: Thank you
Vanessa: Your welcome.
Vanessa: j/k You’re welcome. See I’m learning!!
Dave: Word.

dirty diapers

Parenting: What no one told me

So I became a father for the first time. At 49. I had pretty much given up the hope of having children, but then it happened. No, don’t congratulate me. It was easy. What wasn’t easy was sifting through the reams of advice you’re given from doctors, family, magazines, blogs, friends and complete strangers—yes the same strangers who feel compelled to feel up your wife’s belly like she was a prize Berkshire hog at a county fair.

Most of the advice a new parent gets seems to come from well-meaning, but childless adults who are disappointingly often dead right. Other parents? Off their bloody rockers.

There are many things I found out on my own that no one warned me about. You bastards. Thanks for hiding this from me.

Defying gravity

It’s true. Babies are able to poop upwards against gravity. I was under the impression that only the esophagus could do this through peristalsis. Boy, was I wrong. The sphincter of an infant is quite capable of rocketing poop straight up their shoulder blades. While fully clothed.

Now you know why they smile at us after they’ve pulled off a power squeeze.

The Gatling Gun

Babies like to kick when you change them and one’s natural tendency is to grab their tiny feet and pump their little legs back and forth. Resist, dear reader. You will release a stream of .50 calibre poo-nition. After mentioning this frightening fact to my father-in-law, he matter-of-factly replied, “Oh sure. All babies do that. It’s like a pump-action rifle.” Thanks for the heads-up.

Oh, is that new?

Babies can sense that you have on nice clothing the way bees can smell fear. If you’ve just put on something nice—especially something expensive and dark—your baby will promptly spit up roughly a quart of milk all over it. This will seem all the more unusual when you realIze she only drank six ounces of milk and you’ve just changed her diaper. No matter. Small babies produce spit up the way Pekingese dogs produce poop 11 times on a short walk around the block.


Babies are rather like Mako sharks in that if you cut one open, you will find all manner of objects partially digested in their stomachs. Toys, cotton balls, tuna can lids, wood chips, hamsters—nothing is too perilous, scabrous or unsanitary for a baby to digest. It’s like babies have a death wish and choose to put the die in diet.


Around nine months of age, babies find their voice. And by that I mean their screams are able to shatter champagne glasses, split eardrums, deafen bats and dry up cows. And it’s not a cry of pain. That remains a “reasonable” 90 decibels. No, this is an inexplicable cry that happens with no warning, and for no reason.

My daughter generally employs her boisterous battle cry a few seconds after a good meal and prior to having her bib removed. I have no idea why she does this and I wish I could remember to brace my ears for this nightly assault on my senses. But I’m stupid, so I expect to be fully deaf by March 9, 2015.

“Do the chickens have large talons?”

The three most efficient cutting tools in the world are as follows:

  1. Lasers
  2. Diamond blades
  3. Baby fingernails

Being scratched by an infant’s fingernails requires an immediate call to an EMT. I’m not kidding.

First off, their nails are sharper than anything you can imagine. Secondly, the clippers made to trim baby nails are not worth a damn. Thirdly, they have a Shaolin-like ability for striking sensitive, high-damage zones such as major arteries, eyes, genitals or nasal passages.

The latter is my daughter’s specialty. A simple nose-honk becomes a death-grip on my nasal cartilage, her nails digging ever deeper until she draws blood. Then she adds insult to injury by giggling.

And spitting up.

Amazon drones to deliver packages

Ready? Package is up… and PULL!

Amazon claims it will use flying robot drones to deliver packages to us in the near future. Sorry, USPS. You’ve been replaced. Perhaps this is smart thinking on Amazon’s part as they plan for a United States that may lose its short-sighted postal service.

On the other hand, duck hunters now can have twice the fun blasting the bloody hell out of someone’s 50 Shades of Grey novel.