The Life Sporadic

Gentleman, but not gentle.Proud father to a wonderful boy.Smart-ass always I rarely trust anyone
quicheoftheday:

After Sunday’s episode, I couldn’t help but think of this. So I made it, and it gives me a happy.

quicheoftheday:

After Sunday’s episode, I couldn’t help but think of this. So I made it, and it gives me a happy.

(via willreaves)

CIA admits to spying on Senate

wentdog:

You guys know how much I am into the CIA and the intelligence field in general so this is pretty rich. The Senate Intelligence Committee, which is tasked with oversight of the intelligence community (among other things), was preparing a report about the CIA’s use of “enhanced interrogation” techniques. Aka, torture. The CIA, acting like a high school kid about to fail a class, hacked into the committee’s computers and tried to change the report. 

And a good many of the politicians who are in an uproar about this were oddly silent about the FBI and NSA spying on the tea party. They cared even less about the IRS abuse of power because it was directed at their party foes. Ugh. We’ve become a ship without a captain, or rudder. If anyone can ever figure out WTF we’re doing in this country, by all means clue me in because I just don’t see any good guys in leadership at all.

The impact of the words you speak that you don’t always see

So, my son was finally able to get in to see a therapist. Before I get any lectures on shitty parenting about making him wait 2 months, this was the earliest that anyone could see him using the insurance that he had with his mother, which sadly would be no better than the insurance I could provide him at this time. Don’t get me started on the false promises about improved coverage.

Anyway, I asked for a quick few minutes before his session to lay the groundwork for his therapist so they’ll know just what they’re getting here and just what they are up against with my son. I don’t want to sit in on anymore. His mother used to sit in on his sessions and coach the therapist, as well as the Doctor. Those days are done.

That is, precisely, why I wanted to talk to her. He’s not going to trust her. Therapy was one of the thousand tools of abuse and control that his mother used in the past. I’ve seen this play out before, and if left to their own devices, they’ll come to off base conclusions and only after the reveal that the heart of the matter is abuse (as well as recovery from the trauma of her suicide), will they begin to understand.

While I went into my quick 5 minute shtick that I’ve said countless times about the past 14 years, I noticed that the therapist was actually listening. Jesus, there wasn’t even disbelief. You’ve gotta understand, no one ever believes it all. They shouldn’t, you shouldn’t. It gives me more hope for humanity that people don’t want to believe that… THAT whatever it was, exists… but she was buying in, I’m excellent at communication, and I could tell. She was all in.

I went to wrap it up with my usual ‘You don’t have to believe this, no one does…’ and she interrupted me saying “No, I believe it. I believe every word of it.” She then went on to ask about dis-associative personality disorders and various other illnesses that I’m sure played a part in what went on inside of my ex. I was a bit surprised, because LITERALLY NO ONE HAS DONE THIS EVER SO QUICKLY IN FOURTEEN YEARS. So, I had to ask, ‘why do you believe me so quickly?’

She answered, well your story is quite believable but more importantly, I can see that it’s true in his face.. and i turned to see my son who was sitting in the corner, with just.. this fucking horrible look on his face. I hate that I ever made him feel that way for even a second. At the same time, it had to be done. I didn’t really want him in the room, but he chose to stay there. (because he’s 14, he’s treated like an adult in this state). Still, I’ve been thinking a lot about that these past few days. How can we get him the help he needs to overcome this, while not hurting him like that again? I’d bitch about parenting being hard, but in this case, I’m certain that being a child has been a lot more difficult.  

I was behind this person today. Look, I get it.  You’re just trying to do your part, but you’re also gonna get rear ended one day from someone trying to read that plate. I hope they list the cause of accident as “irony. “

I was behind this person today. Look, I get it. You’re just trying to do your part, but you’re also gonna get rear ended one day from someone trying to read that plate. I hope they list the cause of accident as “irony. “

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m watching The Leftovers. I finally decided to fire up HBOGO and get caught up on this thing since it’s receiving rather positive reviews from folks I respect. I’m just kinda muddling through the first episode, unsure if I’m going to watch the second until the end when the ‘Not our dogs anymore’ segment takes place and I’m like ‘YES! I can’t wait to watch episode 2’

For those who have seen it, you get it. But what the hell is wrong with me.. seriously.

rhetoricallydomestic:

Thinking about having lunch at this restaurant VERY soon…

try the special sauce…

rhetoricallydomestic:

Thinking about having lunch at this restaurant VERY soon…

try the special sauce…

Just kidding

Not getting laid due to pregnancy is just one of those things you can’t really bitch about with any credibility. While your own frustrations are legitimate, out there reading is some poor soul who hasn’t been laid in years saying “fuck you, you bastard, you were getting laid 9 months ago. There’s proof of it shitting all over you right now.”

And they, of course, would be right. 

Doesn’t help any though.

On an equally frustrating topic, transitioning from apartment to house hold living is expensive. For every project is all these tools and items that you need to complete them. I used to laugh at dads or grandfathers who hoarded tools in their shed or garage. Now, I see those men for the prophets that they really are.

if I had an orgasm at the moment, I’m pretty sure it would go something like this. I can’t remember, of course, because it’s been so long. 
having babies is great….

if I had an orgasm at the moment, I’m pretty sure it would go something like this. I can’t remember, of course, because it’s been so long. 

having babies is great….

(Source: whatisaurlidonthaveone)