Single Topic Blog of the Day: Reasons Why My Son is Crying
Check out “Reasons My Son is Crying,” an anonymous dad’s daily Tumblr blog featuring photographs of his bawling toddler with captions describing all the inane reasons that made him upset, including (from top left, clockwise):
In September 2011, Colorado-based artist Heather Sitarzewski began making daily pop culture bento box lunches for her son, theming the meals around characters from video games, cartoons, movies and more. Hosted on the blog Lunchbox Awesome, she said she enjoys making bento boxes because she gets to start off her days tapping into her creative side. Though the blog went on hiatus in 2012, Sitarzewski has brought it back this year. Hat tip to Laughing Squid.
When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space; the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court
I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.
I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.
My co-creator, that 13-year-old who’s in charge of the boobies, he wanted to be here,” Martin said, referencing the ‘Thrones’ SNL sketch starring Andy Samberg. “He heard this was a good place to do some scouting. But there was an emergency – there was a scene being shot in Belfast that had no boobies in it, so he flew over to put that to rights.