Sometimes architecture doesn’t have to be big or flashy. No massive cantilevered canopies, acres of unsupported glass, or soaring ceilings. No need for an entry plaza to rival the Vatican, or a grand boulevard that belongs in Paris. Unnecessary are…
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Bad Parenting and Other Holiday Fun
It’s a new year, another chance to learn from my mistakes and follow the travails of a parent, baker, husband, and home improvement buffoon. This holiday season was a study in sloth. I found new ways to eat horrifying amounts…
Dumb Luck
It has taken me a while to come to a place where I can write about last Friday’s school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. My first response was as it is for many news events—it is another horrible tragedy in a…
Oh the Indignity
When you entrust your prized childhood toys to your own kids, you can’t control the results. For example, this battle-ready AT-ST from the Star Wars collection, now used as “a cart for Fairy Moon Sparkle”. Look carefully, you can see…
Wut is Driving?
When it comes to any kind of weather, San Diego drivers are a bunch of morons. Take today’s rain event. In most places it would just be raining, here it gets a logo on the news and is an Event. …
Worst Kids’ Games Ever
In the same spirit as my Worst Bedtime Stories, I decided to recommend some fun games for Child Harbat this weekend. One suggestion, offered to CH and her friend while trying to get them away from thousands of dollars of…
The Nether World
Had a dream last night triggered by over-tiredness and hot covers. I was working in a crawlspace with my wife, a cramped space in the dirt lit by a single work lamp. Further under the building were old forgotten corners,…
Bag Dog
See, this is what happens when you let Babbo help with dressing your stuffies. This weekend Child Harbat and I spent some quality time dressing her stuffed animals. Poodlicious was brought out with a kitty friend and a basket full…
Baking Together
Last night I was making our weekly bread and Child Harbat begged me to help. She couldn’t wait to get her hands washed and the stepstool set up so she could work beside me, pouring the ingredients and mixing them…
Suspiciously Easy
As long-time readers will know, my title of Uncle F$#k-Up comes from a storied history of home improvement, maintenance, and kitchen catastrophes which start out with a simple problem and end with a larger problem. Multiple trips to the store,…
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