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OK, Maybe Not 0

OK, Maybe Not

As has been pointed out to me, the love of ones offspring is not an accurate metric of ones success as a parent.  A kid loves her daddy if he beats her, molests her, ignores her.  Kids just love their daddies — at least while they’re kids.  They don’t realize how much they hated him until they grow up. I have a problem with discipline.  That is, I don’t.  My volume ratchets up, my cadence becomes rigid and stern.  I...

Black Death 4

Black Death

This was the ultimate RYO tobacco for me. Here’s a rough translation of the manifesto on the back of the package: Black Death shag is a direct protest of smokers against strongly increasing intolerance. Black Death smokers want to preserve their rights and avoid becoming social outcasts. Black Death smokers keep the following principles: Smoking is a human right and must be respected in accordance with the United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights; The choice to smoke must be...

And To All a Good Night 2

And To All a Good Night

This night, as per the title of this post, I’m living good.  Ani wanted a playdate. Usually, I dread such things, because it means her going door to door asking if anyone wants to play with her, and Christ knows what it means to me.  Am I supposed to come over and linger at the sidewalk as she does what kids do?  I hate to just send my kids to a house and let them have at it. But tonight,...

Shock Therapy 2

Shock Therapy

What the hell am I going to talk about?  I might as well start with the most recent event of note in my life: electro-convulsive therapy.  For years I’ve “struggled” with depression.  No, that’s not right.  I lay beneath depression as it pinned me to the floor and anxiety piled on top.  A few months ago, I stopped taking all of my anti-depressants (Pristiq and Abilify) in hopes of exorcising the zombie in me and bringing out someone who enjoys...