I’ve written tons on how much I adore being Otis’ Dad.
It’s utterly, utterly brilliant in every possible way.
But in the back of my mind, I still remember reading an article in Loaded Magazine [RIP] where the writer talked about how every kid reaches a point in their life where their Dad – and sadly, it’s always the Dad – goes from being a superhero who can solve, achieve and do anything they can imagine to being a lazy fuck who can’t even program the video recorder.
While my opinion of my Dad was never that extreme [though he did occasionally need help programming the VCR], I did go through a phase where I thought he was the un-coolest and most annoying man on the planet, for no other reason than every kid – as the writer in Loaded pointed out – goes through this phase.
Which means Otis will.
And when he does, I will have to remember – like my Dad did – that it’s just a phase and it’s nothing personal and he’ll love me again once the phase is over, even though it will take all my willpower not to feel utterly devastated each day until he’s through it.
Because I love him that much.
That bloody much.
Kids. They really fuck you up.
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A Little Update
After that post of misery – which is made worse by the fact it’s a Monday – I have some good news. For you, at least.
There will be no more posts until Friday.
Yep … not one.
And the reason for that is because for the next 3 days I’ll be in a locked room in Singapore judging the final round of effectiveness awards.
Given [1] the ‘shortlist’ was longer than the initial round of judging and [2] some entries encapsulate what I ranted about here … my pain is going to be your gain. But on the bright side, at least I get to ensure anything that is “blatant award fodder” is humiliated rather than rewarded. Though that’s nothing compared to what I’d like to do to them, not to mention the people who either pushed this shit or signed off on it.
Until Friday. Cue: Evil Laugh.