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
…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
Le Clown is many things: an entertainer, a magnificent father, a gorgeous husband, an atheist-agnostic-nihilist, a very tall powerhouse who fears nothing… but movies about Le Satan. Before bed last night, we watched The Devil Inside. Le Clown played it cool in front of The Ringmistress: a possessed character on t.v. and Le Clown only cried … Continue reading
It finally came to me last night… the blog post that would get me Freshly Pressed. My mind was flooded with epic Frenglish words and somewhat well constructed sentences. Not only was I going to be Freshly Pressed, my post was going to be the first of many short stories that would be published and … Continue reading
My wife and I are recovering insomniacs. Before there was an “us”, there was little to no sleep. When we became an “us”, there was little to no sleep, either – these were delectable sleepless nights. When “us” became “US”, we started dozing off, and for the first time in years, I had full/complete/uninterrupted nights … Continue reading
We haven’t slept for years… at least since March 6, 2012. You know it’s bad when insomnia isn’t the reason for your lack of sleep. The devil is to blame, and she won’t let us have a full night of sleep until we give in to all of her demands: a 60 inch TV, a brand … Continue reading
When you haven’t slept for 78 hours, haven’t had a proper meal in days, haven’t washed nor had a decent conversation with an adult in recent memory; when you’ve curled up in a foetal position and felt sorry for yourself because your daughter has been really sick, needs antibiotics to treat an ear infection, has … Continue reading