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I think I'm a couple days late on this. I've been very busy with the in-laws as of the past 3 days.

I hope something isn't wrong with me when I say I don't care that Ashley Biden, daughter of new V.P. Joe Biden, was allegedly filmed snorting cocaine at a party.

I remember growing up and hearing about all the wild stuff that PKs (preacher's kids) did. I can't speak about mainstream America, but most black people I knew shook their heads and their fingers at the situation and wished the best for the wayward child. No one really spent too much time condemning the parent. Why? I believe most people understood back then that the children of these parents of influence and authority felt they needed to rebel against the overwhelming pressure of being in such a household. No different than any other kid that rebels. Of course, a parent can often overlook a very bad situation in lieu of their own career, but the former just seemed obvious. And just to assure you that this isn't some liberal defense on my part, I thought it was awful that Sarah Palin's daughter, Bristol, got dragged through the media. At such a vulnerable and critical time in a young woman's life - embarking on motherhood with the odds against you - no one deserves what she got.

Even as I got older my mother began to say, "I refuse to talk about some other person's child, when I'm not yet sure what my own child is capable of." My mother was telling me right from wrong every second of my life, but that didn't stop me from making an ass of myself when the time came for me to act.

A kid's missteps are just that, missteps (as well as the big ones), not a national argument for hypocrisy on the part of the parent (although the parent(s) would be wise not to pass judgment on other people's children also). I don't believe it's my place, nor anyone else's, to pass judgment.

What do you think?

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The wife and I are sitting on the couch watching the conclusion of the debut episode of The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. Based on the bestselling series authored by Alexander McCall Smith, it stars one of the best singers period (neo-soul be damned) of our times, Jill Scott --- a woman I'd leave my wife for (as long as she sang for me), and a woman my wife would leave me for.

Entertainment Weekly is one of my favorite magazines that I read on a weekly basis (when it isn't being stolen from my mailbox by a neighbor - I need to do my own detective work to solve this crime) to keep up with all hot (and not) things movies, music, books, tv and such. I just happened to be on their website (EW.com) while I was watching the show (the 2nd airing of the night as I missed it at 8pm) and found this review of it.

Like most brand new HBO series, for me it was a little slow. But it was the first episode for a serial. I'm not sure what else it was supposed to be. Hopefully like the rest, it will quickly become narcotic like McDonald's fries (can you say the Sopranos, Six Feet Under, The Wire?).

EW.com gave The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency a B. Did you watch? What did you think?

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When a man who thinks he knows a few things mates with a woman who swears she knows everything and swears while she's swearing...

When a child is allowed to stay up past their bedtime and inadvertently tears your room apart while you try to put the dirty laundry together...

...this is the outcome.



Seriously though, the wife and I love to read to our little one and we love to force our teen to read. On the weekends all of us sing songs and dance around the house for at least thirty minutes, if not longer. My son would be horrified to know I'm broadcasting this.

Try it, if you haven't already. You're guaranteed to like it, no matter how silly you look.

Happy Fatherhood Friday, y'all.

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It is 4 o'clock in the afternoon and the other two posts I put up today haven't garnered a single comment. Every post I've put up since January 28th has gotten AT LEAST 1 comment. Is this ego?

Yes.

So here goes:



Someone I knew from 2nd grade posted this on Facebook. I'm the dude in the top left hand corner. This was the year before the coke-bottle glasses were bolted to my face. I could see back then so I'm not sure what happened over the course of 12 months.

It was my last year of nerdlessness(?) .


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Men, growing up, do you remember the 100% white dress shirt?

On Tuesdays and Thursdays my son participates in an after school program that requires him to dress up. This morning I was ironing his white 100% cotton dress shirt and I had a bad feeling. I had to iron it twice because each time I touched it, it wrinkled - badly.

I hate 100% cotton white dress shirts and I hated them even more as a kid. You can put them on first thing in the morning and by the time you walk out of the house you look like you slept in your clothes. In my experience there is only one way around this: a Charles Tyrwhitt Superfine 180 cotton shirt. Think 1000 thread count sheets made into a shirt. It's like wearing air and the wrinkles just fall out as you're wearing it...ahhh. Gotta love the British. Please, excuse my metrosexual moment. Yeah, at the time it was the cost of two months worth of cable. It was for my wedding suit, so it was worth it. In our new economy they've knocked the price down about 40%.

Back to the boy: synthetic no wrinkle fabric all the way, baby!

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Some randomness, just like last Thursday. I just realized my blogger bud, Brooke, does random stuff on Thursdays. Sorry, B, hope I'm not cramping your style.

For those of you in the know...is this Twitter, or is this Twitter?

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