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The Mother of All Posts
“I prefer using full sentences with Tiny Geek, so she can form her own words and practice her own sentences. I want to talk to her when she is feeling frustrated, so she can learn to communicate her feelings. I have to remind myself that she is just three, and I want to maintain my … Continue reading
Diapers and Brimstone
Our daughter’s real name is Poppy. The critics seem unanimous in their verdict: Poppy as a name sucks choda. “She will be teased as a teenager“. “It’s so… hippyish“. “She’s a heroin addict“. “Why not Apple while you’re at it“? Yet, in my neck of the woods, Rose, Jasmine, Lilly, Daisy, Iris and Violet are all fair game. … Continue reading
Around the Size of a Poppy Seed
My initial foray into fatherhood was successful. The Terrible Twos and the Tantrum Threes were clever alliterations fabricated by failing parents to conceal their inadequacies as caregivers. I met my wife right about the time I self-proclaimed myself father of the year. On May 23rd 2009, we caught The National in concert, sang/laughed/danced in unison with Matt Berninger, drove … Continue reading
The Year of Nothing™
THEN On February 3, 2012, I published my first post on WordPress: it was a video by Die Antwoord, and the post was titled One Tablet A Day—it was viewed 4 times, with no likes and no comments. Le Clown‘s character wasn’t born yet; this site was about a man who was married to a woman living … Continue reading
What’s On a Clown’s Mind
Being Freshly Pressed and featured on The Daily Post in the same amount of time it took White Baby Jesus to create the world packs a punch: your kids call you “Sir Clown Dad”, your ego wants a corner office and its own parking spot, and your distant relatives start selling your baby photos to … Continue reading
Obama is the Clear Choice, But Let’s Vote for Poppy’s Moniker
One day, Le Clown will write such a long post title that Fiona Apple is going to call and give me shit for stealing her shtick. Fiona, you don’t have to wait until then to call me… If you have received a gold star for suggesting a moniker for our daughter, congratulations, you did not … Continue reading
“From this moment on, you shall now be known as Sharkbait”
…So what if we watch too much television, and we’re somewhat unbeatable at Trivia Pursuit Pop Culture edition – and humble? On with the post. Some of my loyal Carnies will remember Lord Evil Poppy from A Hymn of Praise for My Daughter, Sleep is Looking for a New Gig, The Black Death and Le Zombie Clown, … Continue reading
Yoga Sucks Balls
Le Clown rarely writes about the everyday mundane moments of his magnificent life. If there’s a post about his family, it’s usually written in hindsight. For a better perspective. It’s an unexpected family day today. Lord Evil Poppy is enjoying quality time with her famlily. It’s heart warming, even when you’re trying to ignore them … Continue reading
Le Clown’s Sweet Mother’s Day Gift To You
Le Clown loves his wife - this is why she will sleep until AT LEAST 8:30 am today. Anyway. Happy Mother’s Day to you all. My gift to you: Becky Fucking Donohue. That’s right, Sweet Mother herself. Appropriate, no? Step up you tea game, y’all! A special Happy Mother’s Day to my personal-assistant Meizac. Now wake-up! And … Continue reading
A Magnificent Slice of Life
Le Clown rarely shares mundane everyday moments with his readers – mundane is seldom invited to Le Clown’s gatherings, unless it comes accompanied by magnificence. Today’s brunch with bloggers Summer Solstice Girl, Betty Esperanza, Sara and Lord Evil Poppy – who just tagged along – was nothing less than magnificent, albeit the godawful very ordinary service. … Continue reading
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