Do you know why the nomadic hunters, the Pardis, wish to align themselves with the Hindu majority in India? Do you know how the majority came to be constructed in the wake of partitioned India?

Do you care at all?

Not even a little?

Not even a tiny bit?

Yeah, me either. Unfortunately, I have to turn in a paper on this very topic. Ain’t I the lucky one? So this is what I have been doing all weekend; contemplating the state of Indian affairs. I have such a glamorous and thrilling life.

As you, my faithful blog readers know – the whole two of you – S.K. Dad will be here tonight! Am v. excited. Perhaps tomorrow we will traipse through the cascades, and spend a few lazy hours fishing the James River. Wow, it sort of feels like summer all the sudden. Only three more weeks of classes!

Summer time

and the livin’s easy.

it seems that I have been presenting Serial Killer Dad to be some sort of freaky psycho. Zackypants tells me he’s afraid to speak to Dad, lest he experience some unforseen wrath. I just want to let you kids know that dad is v. nice, and decidely not scary. This is a funny story about S.K. Dad: one time we went bowling, and I can’t remember why, but Dad stuck his hand in the floor panels of the alley – you know the panels where the ball shoots through on it’s way to the return? Well, this ball came flying through, and dad broke his finger.

Dad was laughing. It was actually pretty funny, except blood was spraying everywhere, making a little picasso scene on bowl-o-ramas shiny floor. Step Mom was being a little loud, yelling “you stupid german bastard!” repeatedly at the top of her booming lungs.

Also, S.K. Dad sleeps in a nightgown. Granted, it’s a men’s nightgown, but it’s a nightgown nonetheless. How scary is that?

file this under: Badass daddy and his cute little nighty