My buddy Tommy G recruited me to do my bad Morris Day impression on a song he’s working on. So, needless to say, I’ve been trying to sing all day instead of doing the show. Reminded me of a song I thought I would write someday: Budgerigar Plasticine and his Magical Showboat of Cake. Yeah, I know. Imagine a paddleboat captain as drawn by Peter Max. Anyway, a white guy can only try to sing “funky” for so long before wondering exactly where the line is between homage and inappropriate. Sometimes you never know.
So, were you looking at porn at 13? Neither was I. Where the hell would I have found porn at that age back in the old days? But, luckily for my kids, they are growing up in the computer age, so my son’s classmates are starting to use porn viewership as the new badge of cool. Great…
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So – my son just turned 19. Sigh. Anyway, this is not going to be a rant about how old I am or where my youth went. The Avengers was what we went tonight to see. Yes Dan you must see it. Totally cool. Some good sarcasm from R Downey Jr. I liked Mark whats-his-name as The Hulk. Frankly he is my favorite on-screen Hulk to date. Also, as a woman it is never a hard thing to watch Christ Evans as Captain Hottie, excuse me, America. However, I prefer him as The Human Torch due to his wit and sarcasm. My beef is Hawkeye and The Black Widow who to me seem an odd pairing with Hulk, IronMan, Captain America and Thor. Just my opinion.
Yeah, the whole Hawkeye/Black WIdow thing feels like they were trying too hard to include those actors. I don’t really remember whether those characters are in original Avengers or not.
Wow – check out my mispelling of Chris Evans name. Paging Dr. Freud. Urgh.
ok so i really need help in my story. 10 points for best answer. I’m a little too confused and I don’t know how to finish my story or make it flow. This is ONLY SOME of it:
‘Stop!’ he shouted. ‘Nobody’s allowed to enter the basement. It’s for your own good.’
I turned to him. ‘Why not, Grandpa?’
He cleared his throat. ‘Well,’ he began. ‘A long, long time ago, before we even lived here, a boy used own this house with his mother and father.’
‘Wow,’ I uttered, already interested. ‘What happened then?’
‘Well, one day,’ he continued. ‘That boy was down in the basement, and he died. Doctors couldn’t figure out whom or what had killed him.’
‘Whoa,’ I gasped. ‘That’s all true?’
He nodded his head. ‘Yep. All true.’
‘Ok, Grandpa. I’ll try not to enter the basement for my own good.’ I said. I grabbed my suitcase and hurried upstairs.
At night, while I was lying in my bed, Grandpa’s words flashed into my mind.
Nobody’s allowed to enter the basement. It’s for your own good.
A long, long time ago, before we even lived here, a boy used own this house with his mother and father.
That boy was down in the basement, and he died. Doctors couldn’t figure out whom or what had killed him.
But I really wanted to check out the basement. I had wondered if it would be cool to meet a real ghost down there. So I climbed out of bed and tip toed down the stairs. I slowly opened the basement door and flicked on the lights. The basement was covered in old cobwebs, and boxes scattered around the room. With every step I took down the stairs, I could hear a creaking sound. I went near one of the boxes and pulled it open. Inside, it had a book, which on the cover read, 1910 – 1927 Diary of James Adkins.
‘Whoa,’ I whispered.
I took the book out and blew the dust off. I pulled it open and started reading it. All of a sudden, I saw a dark figure appear. I froze in horror and dropped the book. I took a step forward.
‘G-Grandpa?’ I stammered. ‘I-Is that you?’
The figure took a step forward. I could now see that it was all white. Probably Grandpa covered in a white blanket sheet trying to play a trick. I took another step forward.
‘Please, Grandpa,’ I said, my voice all shaky. ‘You’re really scaring me.’
As I slowly walked towards the figure, I realized that it wasn’t Grandpa. Because the more I came towards it, I could see right through it! I gasped as it reached out a ghostly hand and pulled me towards it. I wanted to scream, but my breath was too caught up in my throat. It pressed its hand over my mouth, and pulled me to its chest. I tried to squirm away, but it had me trapped. It leaned its face close to mine and whispered in a dry voice, ‘Stay out of the basement for your own good.’ I nodded and it released me free. I ran out of the basement and slammed the door shut. I placed my hands over my knees, and panted. I suddenly heard footsteps.
‘Is anybody down there?’ Grandma called.
I quickly hid under the table, as she flicked on the lights. As she saw no one in sight, she headed back upstairs. I tiptoed back upstairs, into my room. I climbed back into bed, and pulled the covers over me. I was so frightened and I was shaking with fear, now that I knew that Grandpa had been telling the truth. That there was really a ghost living down there.
The next morning, we were all having breakfast. I had wanted to tell Grandpa about everything that happened in the basement last night. That I saw a real ghost down there. But if I told him, he would know that I’d been down there, when I wasn’t supposed to. And I would be in serious trouble. So I ate my cereal and kept my mouth shut.
As breakfast was over, and everybody had left the table, I grabbed Mathew’s arm and pulled him outside.
‘Hey!’ he cried. ‘What are you doing? Why are you taking me outside?’
I placed a finger on his lips. ‘Shhhh,’ I hissed.
‘Ok,’ he nodded his head.
I took my finger off his lips. ‘Now, listen,’ I began. ‘Last night, I sneaked off into the basement. Then, there I saw a ghost. It grabbed me and whispered, ‘Stay out of the basement for your own good.’
His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped open. ‘Wait,’ he cried. ‘What?’
‘Please promise not to tell Grandpa,’ I pleaded.
‘I’ll keep my lips sealed,’ he said. ‘I promise.’
Any ideas on what I should do?
I’m not really sure where to start with this, but currently being in graduate schools learning about school law. I will start with that. When you called the head of the school to talk about how NoDick had given Hudson a nickname and she shared that he was crying in her office about a grade, I cringed. That is a HUGE HUGE violation of the Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act (better known as FERPA). She should not be sharing information about another student’s grades or progress without written permission from the student’s parents. That being said, the school could lose its government funding (All private schools usually get least a little). Anyway, if she is sharing sensitive information about someone else’s child, I am just worried that you and your family’s rights are somehow being violated. I am also shocked that no one has previously commented on this. It’s something to ask about when searching for Hudson’s new school. 🙂
Also in terms of porn..my colleague studies the consumption of porn and current research states that the first introduction to porn on average these days is 13 years of age. Just some food for thought, I don’t think kids should be wearing it as a badge of honor, but its more commonly used among the youngsters than one would think.