December 2010
November 2010
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I picture you sitting alone, faintly illuminated by a bare light bulb in the far corner of the room. On the floor in front of you is a dirty - but perfectly usable - glass of red. Around you, arranged like a sort of postmodern Stonehenge, are 7 fax machines chirping in unison. Cheeto dust drifts through the room. You jokingly refer to it as "Agent Orange," but no one is there to laugh. The fax machines soldier on - their alien song penetrating the night. You take another drink.
Am I close?
Too close
Name three items that can always be found at Don't Dad HQ.
Fax Machines (7), Red Wine, and Cheetos
why don't, dad
that is the most fundamental question, one that has put me at an obvious existential disadvantage. I mean, we here at the Don’t Dad World HQ and Hoover bag replacement shop would say, “well exactly” but others may contend that Don’t Dadding is a way of life and hitherto indefatigable, yet still others… blah blah blah (and he rambles on into the freezing cold Vancouver night)……