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Wait, what? A good-for-nothing movie star in the 1850's will not consent to getting a new job and goes back in time.
"An innocent man at a bus depot is convinced that everyone is a mannequin and is turned into a mannequin."
So many questions. Was he turned into a mannequin based on a false accusation? If so, is everyone else innocent too? And what a profound statement on life that people at a transportation hub are rendered immobile by some unjust force.
Would totally watch. "A jolly woman who lives by a road in the 1850's goes back in time to prevent Lincoln's assassination and falls out of a window." Oh wow.
In a similar vein, "An aging man in an empty town can't find anyone and vanquishes his enemies."
"An innocent man at a bus depot is convinced that everyone is a mannequin and is turned into a mannequin."
So many questions. Was he turned into a mannequin based on a false accusation? If so, is everyone else innocent too? And what a profound statement on life that people at a transportation hub are rendered immobile by some unjust force.
Would totally watch. "A jolly woman who lives by a road in the 1850's goes back in time to prevent Lincoln's assassination and falls out of a window." Oh wow.
In a similar vein, "An aging man in an empty town can't find anyone and vanquishes his enemies."
Exactly. I don't about you, but I did some dumb ass shit. I am lucky to be alive and that my parents had no clue to know about the stupid shit I was out doing.
Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old, And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me. On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville Alabama, With a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth. My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen. And I'd like to say, "I'm sorry", but we lived to tell about it And we lived to do a whole lot more crazy, stupid, shit.
And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet With 38 Special and the Johnny Van Zant Band.
maybe i wasn't quite as free as patterson hood, but there was significantly less surveillance, for better or worse.
feel like i'm pushing DBT a lot lately, here and IRL.
There were no cell phones. No GPS. No FB. My parent's had no shit ass clue what I was up to.
Haha, for real. I had a pager for the last couple years of HS, but I ignored it most of the time and just said I wasn't near a phone to call back. There's definitely something to be said for putting a good head on your kid's shoulders and trusting them to get into (and out of) a little trouble every now and then.
I don't even want to know what crazy newfangled devices will be around by the time my kid is old enough to get up to mischief.
There were no cell phones. No GPS. No FB. My parent's had no shit ass clue what I was up to.
Haha, for real. I had a pager for the last couple years of HS, but I ignored it most of the time and just said I wasn't near a phone to call back. There's definitely something to be said for putting a good head on your kid's shoulders and trusting them to get into (and out of) a little trouble every now and then.
I don't even want to know what crazy newfangled devices will be around by the time my kid is old enough to get up to mischief.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Wait, what? A good-for-nothing movie star in the 1850's will not consent to getting a new job and goes back in time.
"An innocent man at a bus depot is convinced that everyone is a mannequin and is turned into a mannequin."
So many questions. Was he turned into a mannequin based on a false accusation? If so, is everyone else innocent too? And what a profound statement on life that people at a transportation hub are rendered immobile by some unjust force.
Would totally watch. Edit: "A jolly woman who lives by a road in the 1850's goes back in time to prevent Lincoln's assassination and falls out of a window." Oh wow.
Keeping with the work themed chatter...I work in a big office space with three ladies. One in her mid 30s, one who just turned 40, and the other is in her early 60s. One of the kids left this morning for a school trip to DC, and one of them made a comment about parental locks. That lead to them discussing how you should setup kids phones to which you can read all of their text messages and have GPS monitoring so you always know where they are.
Thank god I was not raised by these people.
My parents did this when I was in early high school. I used Snapchat for all the texts I didn't want my parents to see. For the GPS I set up a VPN that made it look like I was at my house when I was with my friends. Strict parents raise sneaky kids.
Totally agree with this. I was a genuinely good kid - literally the sneakiest thing I ever did was when I got called out of work so instead of coming home I drove to North Jersey to try White Castle for the first time - but my mom was very overprotective and naturally suspicious since she got away with too much shit as a kid. I remember when I was younger I once caught my mom spying on me when I was playing basketball at the courts down the street with some friends, for no reason other than to make sure we were where we said we were (we always were).
She also used to check up on us at night to make sure that we were sleeping and not watching TV or reading (because God forbid your kid wants to read instead of sleep), and I remember one time I heard her coming up the stairs while I was wanking the willie, so I quickly pulled the covers up.
I must have looked guilty as sin because she was like "What are you hiding? Were you reading?" "No." "Playing your Game Boy?" "No." "I don't believe you. Pull back the covers." "I was masturbating." "Oh. Well you need to be sleeping."
IIRC her frequency of checking up on us started to dwindle after that. Though when I was a senior and discovering my sexuality she found the gay porn and dildo under my mattress. That was a fun conversation. Rookie mistake on my part though.
Anyway the moral of this story is that I'm fucking great at hiding things if I need to now. Unless it's sex-related, 'cause a guy's gotta nut.
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My parents did this when I was in early high school. I used Snapchat for all the texts I didn't want my parents to see. For the GPS I set up a VPN that made it look like I was at my house when I was with my friends. Strict parents raise sneaky kids.
Totally agree with this. I was a genuinely good kid - literally the sneakiest thing I ever did was when I got called out of work so instead of coming home I drove to North Jersey to try White Castle for the first time - but my mom was very overprotective and naturally suspicious since she got away with too much shit as a kid. I remember when I was younger I once caught my mom spying on me when I was playing basketball at the courts down the street with some friends, for no reason other than to make sure we were where we said we were (we always were).
She also used to check up on us at night to make sure that we were sleeping and not watching TV or reading (because God forbid your kid wants to read instead of sleep), and I remember one time I heard her coming up the stairs while I was wanking the willie, so I quickly pulled the covers up.
I must have looked guilty as sin because she was like "What are you hiding? Were you reading?" "No." "Playing your Game Boy?" "No." "I don't believe you. Pull back the covers." "I was masturbating." "Oh. Well you need to be sleeping."
IIRC her frequency of checking up on us started to dwindle after that. Though when I was a senior and discovering my sexuality she found the gay porn and dildo under my mattress. That was a fun conversation. Rookie mistake on my part though.
Anyway the moral of this story is that I'm fucking great at hiding things if I need to now. Unless it's sex-related, 'cause a guy's gotta nut.
This post is awesome.
My grandmother had two rules growing up. 1) Do well in school. 2) Don't come home in a police car.
This did not stop her from reading me the riot act when I came home drunk one time though.
My parents did this when I was in early high school. I used Snapchat for all the texts I didn't want my parents to see. For the GPS I set up a VPN that made it look like I was at my house when I was with my friends. Strict parents raise sneaky kids.
Totally agree with this. I was a genuinely good kid - literally the sneakiest thing I ever did was when I got called out of work so instead of coming home I drove to North Jersey to try White Castle for the first time - but my mom was very overprotective and naturally suspicious since she got away with too much shit as a kid. I remember when I was younger I once caught my mom spying on me when I was playing basketball at the courts down the street with some friends, for no reason other than to make sure we were where we said we were (we always were).
She also used to check up on us at night to make sure that we were sleeping and not watching TV or reading (because God forbid your kid wants to read instead of sleep), and I remember one time I heard her coming up the stairs while I was wanking the willie, so I quickly pulled the covers up.
I must have looked guilty as sin because she was like "What are you hiding? Were you reading?" "No." "Playing your Game Boy?" "No." "I don't believe you. Pull back the covers." "I was masturbating." "Oh. Well you need to be sleeping."
IIRC her frequency of checking up on us started to dwindle after that. Though when I was a senior and discovering my sexuality she found the gay porn and dildo under my mattress. That was a fun conversation. Rookie mistake on my part though.
Anyway the moral of this story is that I'm fucking great at hiding things if I need to now. Unless it's sex-related, 'cause a guy's gotta nut.
To follow this up, about strict parents raising sneaky kids. My little sister is 11 years younger than me. They moved to Florida in 2000 when she was 14. My stepfather was stupid strict and had severe punishments for wrongdoing. When they moved, my sister then had nobody to back her up against my stepfather and she was locked under a rock.
Long story short, she was sneaking out the windows because she wasn't allowed to do anything and was pregnant at 15 having my niece at 16. Luckily, she is stupid smart and graduated early (valedictorian) and having a kid at 16 didn't fuck up her life because it opened my folks' eyes at what their role was in her sneaking.
I 100% believe in open communication with your kids. If they can't talk to you about important shit to them, you are doing both your kid and yourself a disservice. Kyle knows EVERYTHING about me and all the stupid shit I did as a kid. I believe that is one of the biggest reasons that we have the relationship we have.
Oh and Jaz I have a similar story about Kyle when he was about 11. Needless to say, I didn't pull back covers ever again (and our talk when a little too well, he told me things I didn't want to know).
Booker T Jones recorded an album in 2009 called potato hole. The drive by truckers were the backing band (with some dude named neil young). I thought is was a nice testament to a couple of legendary southern recordings studios, pairing of the paragon of the stax sound with the new torch bearers of muscle shoals. It's all instrumental, but it's the truckers southern rock with neil's distorted and jagged leads with a hint of his more country tinged work, all held aloft by gospel B-3 coming through a Leslie.
they also played bonnaroo sans neil as Booker T and the DBTs and it was a great show, though I would have loved to see what sort of weirdness would have happened if you threw neil young into the DBTs already 3 guitar attack on the What stage for a couple of hours.
It really was. I'm not sure I'd be the same person today if my parents were all helicoptery.
No kidding, I feel the same way. I think growing up in the country helped me too. Here is a great article parenting in the US vs the world. Have American Parents Got It All Backwards?
It really was. I'm not sure I'd be the same person today if my parents were all helicoptery.
No kidding, I feel the same way. I think growing up in the country helped me too. Here is a great article parenting in the US vs the world. Have American Parents Got It All Backwards?
Thanks for sharing that article! I'll be sure to keep it all in mind (and remember how I was raised this way) while raising my little.
It really was. I'm not sure I'd be the same person today if my parents were all helicoptery.
No kidding, I feel the same way. I think growing up in the country helped me too. Here is a great article parenting in the US vs the world. Have American Parents Got It All Backwards?
I'm on my phone and hate typing from my phone so I'll keep this short. Great article! My littles were snuggled and still are. They are 10 and 8. This snuggle time is the time that we usually have some of our best conversations now. They have never once had anxiety going to school or other new places. They're very independent happy kids. I've been sick on the couch and my kids keep checking on me. <3
Sometimes I have to pretend I don't see them when they're doing things that freak me out.
No kidding, I feel the same way. I think growing up in the country helped me too. Here is a great article parenting in the US vs the world. Have American Parents Got It All Backwards?
I'm on my phone and hate typing from my phone so I'll keep this short. Great article! My littles were snuggled and still are. They are 10 and 8. This snuggle time is the time that we usually have some of our best conversations now. They have never once had anxiety going to school or other new places. They're very independent happy kids. I've been sick on the couch and my kids keep checking on me. <3
Sometimes I have to pretend I don't see them when they're doing things that freak me out.
You're doing it right. Kyle still gives me hugs and kisses in public and tells me he loves me in front of his friends. When you have a trusting/open relationship with your kids it makes them better people. They have stronger communication skills, have a better sense of knowing themselves and confidence. The only way to learn is through experiences and we as parents have to give kids the freedom to have experiences. I never understood the whole helicopter parenting thing, and I hate the people that try to shame you for not being one.