I can see a swat on the bottom when they're still in that lizard brain stage and can't be reasoned with-of course I say this as someone who was never spanked as a child.

Oh man, this is just too cute: [link]

A boy dressed as Spider Man tries to climb a fridge.

This is fine, but some of the other posts on this blog are NSFW.

Check out this excited penguin, from the same blog: [link]

Also, I am sad that the guy who did the fabulous Fabulon blog is calling it quits, due to personal difficulties.

A Message from Thombeau

Many images on Fabulon are NSFW. But it's an arty NSFW.

I can see a swat on the bottom when they're still in that lizard brain stage and can't be reasoned with-of course I say this as someone who was never spanked as a child.

IMO, all this teaches is that it's okay to hit. The lizard brain at that age is all about modeling adult behavior.

Awesome retro-scifi art: Thrilling Tales: The Toaster With TWO BRAINS

Here’s a retro science fiction pulp magazine cover for a magazine that doesn’t exist, but probably ought to: THRILLING TALES OF THE DOWNRIGHT UNUSUAL.

In this imaginary issue we have that nail-biting page turner “The Toaster with TWO BRAINS”, in which our heroes delve deep into the hostile lair of Doctor Rognvald, beneath the volcanoes of Iceland - only to discover that this evil genius has created the ultimate malevolent kitchen appliance: the Toaster with TWO BRAINS! Is it unstoppable? Immovable? Relentless? Horrifying? Unkillable? You bet it is.

Because a toaster with one brain isn’t terrifying. But two? Talk about the heebie-jeebies!

Turbaconducken

How do you improve upon a turducken (turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken)? Behold, the Turbaconducken. It’s a turducken wrapped in bacon! Bacon Today has the step-by-step recipe with pictures.

Huh. Who knew that caffeine makes me post lots o' links?

Chocolate Pie Chart

Now *this* is the way to learn math: Behold the Chocolate Pie Chart by Mary& Matt. 70% milk + 20% dark + 10% white chocolate = 100% chocolaty goodness!

Teddy marked the one-year anniversary of his transplant recently. Unfortunately, this week's news isn't as good.

He's lost weight. And his creatinine level, while still within normal range, is up. I took him in for an ultrasound yesterday, and his stomach wall is much thicker than normal. Which could explain the loss of appetite and weight -- the connection between stomach and intestine is smaller than normal.

The vets are worried about possible lymphona. We're scheduling a biopsy now.

Like I said, I never got spanked, nor do I have or plan to have kids so I will gladly defer to actual parents.

Spider Boy is adoreable.

I'm feeling a little guilty today. It's my last day, and this morning the shit hit the fan with this huge project for my coworkers.

That Hello Kitty laptop is almost perfection. It just needs to be a Mac...

I was not spanked and hope not to spank, though I can certainly imagine situations in which a spank might be warranted.

I was spanked and went into parenthood without a philosophical objection to it. But the idea of hitting my children was (a) repugnant to me and (b) I had plenty of other, effective ways to discipline them.

On the other hand, Emmett really likes to roughhouse, and I frequently have to do something like scrape/drill my knuckles into his ribs or back to get him off me. Or if I just need to frog march him somewhere, I grab a chunk of his backfat and twist it.

I cannot stress enough, though, that these encounters are all driven by Emmett attacking me (in a friendly but rough way). It's sort of like living with the Pink Panther's house servent Kato.