Precipuus Hora Patris: My Son, The Godless Sarcastic. August 25, 2007
Posted by adrenjarvi in Family.Tags: , Atheism, Controversy, dad, Family, house, Penn and Teller: Bullshit!, red sox
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(People tell me they enjoyed my little fatherhood shindig. Well, more times with my father have warranted his own special supertype- PHP, Tales of Myself, My father, and those general themes. Say goodbye to anything on-topic.)
So I came home from work today, and I had bought three things; M.D. House, Penn and Teller; Bullshit ( wonderful series), and a third item to be explained later ( for dramatic effect). As I displayed the bounties one and two to him, I saw him cast an upward gaze. Has his son become bitter? I have slept in many a Saturday night, There is no cross around my neck, and he has assumed that at some point in the past 18 years I may have seen a nipple. Has his son become narcissus, sarcastic and sad? *
It was at this point that I pulled out Mystery item number three: Tremors 4 pack- All 4 Tremors movies, for the low low price of 9.99.
“I like tremors,” he said.
And with that, there we are. Father and son. United by giant fucking worms in the ground.
Gotta love it.
-F9
*This whole thought process probably didn’t happen. I believe he was watching a Sox game.
MetaPausing;Paternal insticts August 8, 2007
Posted by adrenjarvi in Family.Tags: dad, Family, Humor, Paternity
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[MetaPausing is a soon-to-be-repeated blurb about the world around me, not exactly related to gaming, but rather, world issues and things like that. Not that my usual content is necessarily right on track.... but regardless.]
I Kinda want to be a Father.
No, no, not now. Dear god, not anytime soon. But there is something about it… perhaps it was my mother’s Daycare when i was young? I do not really know, but something about the father/son dynamic has always appealed to me greatly.
Perhaps it is the Creation aspect? People in the nucleus know that I make many mention of creating the game, referring to it as our child, our creation, and most of my odd metaphors center around this relationship. This is definatley possible, being able to look at your child (digitally or analog) and being able to say “I am in here. I made this.” It’s like ripping out a part of your soul to breathe life into something else. I dunno, it is so damn romantic in my head.
Perhaps it is the social dynamic? One not need look far into my life to find this kinda of Father/son ( or certainly Mentor/Student, Leader/Confidants) type of dynamic- Work, School, Home, friends- they all have a single individual (You probably know who you are) who I could consider a mentor/father figure, or people who look to me as the same. It is mostly tight-nit, unique groups that don’t seem to be in the social norm. Could this be it? The Penultimate Father/son relationship, namely, Father and son? Someone who is so sure I am cool, until age 12, where I shall be ( If slang evolves as I believe it might) “Not Silly-sick Phat.”
I am not really sure why I am always looking for someone to take under my wing- some analysts would say that I had a lack of a father figure growing up, but that is not the case. We still watch the “Alex And Dad” talk-show parodies that filled my childhood with giggles and toys. Further evidence lies in the fact that next to me is a list with two columns; Comics that I am buying tomorrow, and comics I am buying for him.
Hm.
Maybe I want someone who I can be sure, at least at a genetic level, is somewhat as nerdy as I am.
And hopefully, I will understand him.*
-F9
*Prolly not.
