Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something sometimes you stay in bed sometimes you go la di da di da di da da til your eyes roll back into your head —The National, Racing Like a Pro The depressive episodes were unnoteworthy—she would sit outside on the back porch with her cup … Continue reading
“The Answer to the Great Question… Of Life, the Universe and Everything… Is… Forty-two,’ said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.” — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Like the great explorers before him, Le Clown was probing the vast depths of his nostrils, in search of brave new worlds, when White … Continue reading
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
The Great XMAS Blogroll Induction Extravaganza – Day 5. This is a very special XMAX blogroll induction. Not that past inductees weren’t special, but this one is extra, extra special… If I wasn’t the eloquent Le Clown, I would say something like this is a special, special XMAS blogroll induction. Today, I’m introducing you to BRENT … Continue reading
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
It was sunny. It was a potluck. It was outside, in a national park.The Ringmistress and I, Tiny Geek were all wearing Converse® shoes. We planned it around an eco-friendly theme: the party favours were made out of clay and flower seeds, the decorations from old magazines, a guitar was used to point towards the festivities. … Continue reading
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with … Continue reading
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 “barf in your mouth” moment brought to you by Le Clown. Remember the post about Sara and Le Clown’s first date? Shame on you. The date lasted 24 hours, and as the sun was about to set, it was time to drive my future wife-to-be back to her 230 square foot flat. Back then, Le … Continue reading
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