Monday, September 22, 2014

Coddling? Pussification Of Males? Or Simple Love?

My son. :)
An article posted by one of the people on Facebook with who we both agreed to press the "Add Friend" button struck a bit of a chord with me.

It mentions that babies who "cry it out" remains stressed out even after they have finished crying.


No shit!!  Humans aren't born with advanced coping skills. Those develop over time.

I enjoyed every second I spent with my sons, no matter how late it was. I had a strong, incredible bond with them and, as a conservative, don't think I raised pussies. They are babies...not 4 year olds.

That's the age, IMO, where parents turn their kids into helpless idiots by not teaching responsibility, accountability and respect.

Holding one's 6 month old son or daughter at night thereby giving them some comfort is hardly's one of the greatest things I've had the privilege of doing and know that if I provided some relief to my son, I did no harm.

There are worse things we can do to our children than holding them while they cry.

When I knew one of them was crying *just* to have me come sit with him, I would scale it back...sometimes. I believe it's the moral things we teach our kids, like I mentioned above, that turns them into the screaming, entitled little assholes we see all over the place.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Flamers Bible [rec.humor.funny]

I spent my Sunday watching Star Trek this morning (loved it), the Patriots early in the afternoon and now Star Trek: Into Darkness after the game.

I spent most of the (decidedly boring) Patriots game distracted by a trip down memory lane, that "lane" being USENET. Anyone over the age of, say, 35 that was a moderate to heavy computer user in the mid 90s who was not an AOL user has a vivid, probably melancholy memory of life on the small "i" internet before The September That Never Ended, (look here too).

Life, then, was full of colorful little B1FFs talking amongst each other with the Mike Corleys and Alexander Abians of the world.  Hipcrime, Gharlane of Eddore and John C. Baez were all there, too...watching Richard The St00pid's explosive BI, keeping an eye on the Crackpot Index expand like it was the FBI's Top Ten Most Wanted list and making damn sure our .sig files were 4 lines or less.

We carefully maintained killfiles, dodged cancel bots and flamewars. We watched in amazement the advancement of binary groups and thought for sure they would bring about the end of everything.

This one's for you, Edmond Wollmann. You Shooting Star you.

The Flamers Bible [rec.humor.funny]