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Found my old diary and it turns out I was lame then, too

November 15, 2013

Hi there! I haven’t pulled out an old post in a while. This one goes way back–even before I started scratching out cartoons. It was originally posted on June 28, 2011. I had been digging around a box of old stuff and came across my diary. Have a read and just know that nothing has […]

Why your child looks at you like you’re an alien

September 12, 2012

Welcome to this week’s instalment of WTF Wednesday, where it’s Christmas all year round, but Santa’s on leave, so don’t get all excited. This week’s question was asked in person with a request for anonymity. Personally, I think the bag over her head was a bit dramatic, but I don’t judge. Although it did kind […]

Hey son, admit it: you like her

November 6, 2011

Hey son, feel that? Weird, huh? I know what you’re thinking: It can’t be what you think it might be. NOBODY likes girls. Well, teenagers do, but that’s just gross. And as I recall, you intend to skip that whole phase (we’ll discuss the practicality of that later). OK, so if it’s not about girls, […]

6 important considerations before you start to procreate

November 1, 2011

Welcome to the fifth instalment of WTF Wednesday where there are no stupid questions. I can’t make the same promise about the answers, however. Today’s question comes from an anonymous person, via one of the search engines, who writes: Dear IBMP, What are the things to be considered to be a parent? It’s great […]

Sorry I didn’t pass those genes on, but I never had them in the first place

September 18, 2011

A few weeks back we talked about genes that seem to have been sacrificed in the making of my Y chromosome. There are a few more, in addition to the yardwork gene, that you should be familiar with. One is the gene for height. Sorry, just short to average. Nothing to get excited about there. […]

If you want to get away with it, work on the delivery

August 20, 2011

“With stealth and precision the beast struck from behind – its razor-sharp fangs glowing in the October night. My homework didn’t stand a chance…” “I’d kill myself but I’m not allowed to use knives.” I’m sorry if I started to laugh when you said that, son; I tried really hard to keep a straight face. […]