tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965939.post115962504277089066..comments2023-10-25T06:27:02.977-05:00Comments on Ryan the Angry Midget and Friends: Parents Just Don't UnderstandRyan the Angry Midgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09120313107611992640noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965939.post-1160010318145286382006-10-04T20:05:00.000-05:002006-10-04T20:05:00.000-05:00Most people know I'm on the Midget's bus on this i...Most people know I'm on the Midget's bus on this issue.<BR/><BR/>Miles, if you bring a screaming carpet lizard to a restaurant where I'm innocently trying to drown my depair in wine and fatty meat, I'll stalk you in the parking lot.<BR/><BR/>I mean, I love you man, but love only goes so far. And sharing my vino and porterhouse with a screaming alien is about where it ends.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965939.post-1159894830677981922006-10-03T12:00:00.000-05:002006-10-03T12:00:00.000-05:00Word Miles. Word.FYI - keep you kid away from Lor...Word Miles. Word.<BR/><BR/>FYI - keep you kid away from Lord Bling at all costs. Next thing you know, pictures of him pissing into the gutter of a busy intersection in Greeley, Colorado will be posted on t-shirts. It happened to someone I know, who used to be a baby once too. Someone named Ryan....Ryan the Angry Midgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09120313107611992640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965939.post-1159875668535931602006-10-03T06:41:00.000-05:002006-10-03T06:41:00.000-05:00So, you can save yourself $20 this Friday and play...So, you can save yourself $20 this Friday and play Halo 2 online with NIN and me....Lord Blinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13309529830363457895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965939.post-1159819177373588272006-10-02T14:59:00.000-05:002006-10-02T14:59:00.000-05:00This is a tricky one for me because I've only been...This is a tricky one for me because I've only been a parent for about six weeks, and I'm one of the first of my social group to have children, but know of the kind of friends you speak of. All I can say so far about parenting is that everyone thinks they know something about raising children when infact they don't know anything. <BR/><BR/>Offering up feelings on what its like to have a kid or to see him or her for the first time bothers me. My feelings are unique to me, and something I wouldn't necessarily want to share with anyone, because its an emotion one really can't describe. If you have children, I will only vaguely know how you feel only because I will have similar experience trying to wade through all the nervousness and anxiety to come up with a word to match the feelings. <BR/><BR/>The stupidest thing I encountered in my time leading up to parenthood was the ever present, "Are you excitied?" Apparently, not shouting your feelings from a rooftop or not decorating your cubicle with sonogram wallpaper means you are devoid of human emotion when it comes to the inpending birth of a child. I got this all the time, and the real answer is, "No". I wasn't excitied. I was terrified. Still am to an extent. <BR/><BR/>Having a child should only mean that from time to time, you may have to stay in as opposed to going out, and that you have to pony up an extra $20 to pay the babysitter while you go to a movie. It shouldn't change who you are, except for the better. Its something I wouldn't wish for on anyone, but am glad it happened to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965939.post-1159787610379149512006-10-02T06:13:00.000-05:002006-10-02T06:13:00.000-05:00I'm glad someone else out there 'gets' it. Many o...I'm glad someone else out there 'gets' it. Many of those I know who had children either do it because they feel their parents didn't love them, but by golly, this child is gonna love them! Either that, or it's an accessory, much like Paris Hilton's dog.<BR/><BR/>I no longer even call them children. The word of the day is:<BR/><BR/>'Fuck-trophy'Lord Blinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13309529830363457895noreply@blogger.com