My darling daughter. I hope one day you will be searching your name and this post comes up. Right now it is May 29, 2011 and your mother has disappeared off the net along with her closest companion. The last thing she told me before cutting me off was that you were extremely intelligent, had a gigantic heart, and filled with love. Your mother often had a way of sticking a knife into my chest, and this was no different. It didn’t hurt me to hear how wonderful of a human being you are; what hurt was that Paula gave me no chance to apologize for my own words, no chance to start over, no chance to make amends. The suffering I went through after learning the truth and being shut out is not anything I would wish on my worst enemy.
Jewell, I understand you must have so many questions. I cannot begin to imagine the confusion that must have went through your head when you found me on-line. There is no way I can ever undo my mistakes, and it is impossible for me to make up the years you’ve lost without me. I could spend the rest of my life apologizing and would understand if you never accepted me. If you are reading these words, let this be a start. I am your father, I always will be, and I’ll always love you.
I’ve spent the last few days searching for any validity of truth to your mother’s words. What I’ve found is both fascinating and confusing. I had no idea you suffered from asthma. That does not run on my side of the family. When you were a bit younger than you are now you were really into playing soccer. That’s amazing, Jewell! I hope you had a lot of fun and made a many friends. Your mother told me you were a self-proclaimed geek, which is something you get environmentally from her and genetically from me. More than likely you were exposed to all the things I turned your mother onto when we briefly had out relationship in 1998. Oh, and for the record, we met at Sea World where we both worked in 1997. As far as I know she never worked at Disney but I did.
I hope you find this post one day, before it’s too late. I didn’t know where you and your mother were all these years, and my own life took a very dark turn preventing me from acting. I know I can never be the father you need, but you have the right to know if you so choose to. This post will stay up until your 18th birthday, or we have finally established contact with each other. If by the time you are 18 and this silence continues, I will assume you have made your choice and take this post down.
If that day comes, I will still wish you a happy and fulfilling life. As long as you are in this world, no darkness will consume me ever again.
Signed,
Your Loving But Absent Father
Yeah, there is an article on the New York Post website about Jimmy McMillan, the gentleman from Brooklyn running for governor in New York. You may or may not have heard of him. Off to the side of the article is a video link about a marijuana bust in Mexico. 134 tons of weed were burned right up, making uptight status quo statists go immediately erect.
Prop 19 in California may prove to be a windfall in tax revenue should it pass in November. If it does, it may eventually become a federal crime to burn that much weed without first paying for it.
Jesus Christ, 134 tons. 134 tons of a substance that could easily be decriminalized and taxed. 134 tons!
Go on then, help yourself to the second installment of the new weekly feature written by Lewie “Lewie Procter” Procter.
Leigh Alexander, despite not having a penis, has somehow managed to put together an interesting article discussing why Activision are reluctant to produce games with female…
Activision needs to take a look at how many dudes play chicks in World of Warcraft and rethink their fucking ideology.
Posted as a proud G.I.R.L (Guy In Real Life)
Destructoid: Eminem makes vague reference to videogames in hit song [August 3rd, 2010]
I’m sure Herp Derp Sterling thinks he’s being subversive and clever and “Look at me, I know how ridiculous it is to report on someone mentioning videogames in a song!”, but whichever way you spin it he’s still reporting on someone mentioning videogames in a song. That last paragraph about Lady Gaga does not excuse the rest of the article.
Remember when I described your writing as defecation, Jim? Well, this is what I meant.
There is a second way of objectively looking at this, that being “Shit’s just not funny.”
via i.imgur.com
“I must dispatch of these countless mountebanks, post haste!”
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likeneelyohara:warningdontreadthis:yerawizardharry:(via lizznotliz)
I can’t help but see nothing but win in this picture.
Seems like this song is appropriate in light on what some people have done/said about me in the past couple of weeks.
Matt Crane: “Sesame Street Fighter”
More here.
Joe Jusko + WWF wrestling = gold. (via @changeifind) Look at Tugboat, over on the right side. LOOK AT HIM!
The only pre-Austin PPV I got my mom to buy for me was this event.