Though I imagine exhaustively detailing the minutiae of my day is of paramount interest to you all, I’ve decided to do something a little different with these diary posts for the month of September. What I will be aiming to do for the next 30 days is to pick just one element of my day; something that, for whatever reason, has bounced around in my mind for more than a nanosecond. Hopefully that will result in some generally shorter posts, but I will also throw in the odd highlight of my day here and there, where there’s something worth sharing.
My thought for today has largely been inspired by spending more time than is wise on Twitter, and it’s essentially the old adage that states: Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and to remove all doubt. This was predominantly inspired by Lyle Shelton’s continuing opposition to marriage equality, which has resulted in almost everything he tweets being something that any person with even a shred of critical introspection would immediately throw in the mental shredder. But, no: good old Lyle keeps on furiously proving to us all how limited his ability to actually think before he tweets is.
And, of course, it’s not just limited to Lyle. You only need look at any relatively attention-hungry Trump supporter to see the same.
Anyway, there were some highlights of my day that I do want to share. Firstly, I was invited to the Kinderbeast’s class today to enjoy a brief Father’s Day event. Given that the last time I went to a school event during work hours I was the *only* father there, I half expected attendance to be low, but I was wrong. There were at least a dozen of us, which introduced the brief panic that I might have to socialise with other parents (an increasing risk now that I’m essentially a single Dad). That didn’t come to pass. Instead we were made to stand up at the front of the class while the collected Kinderbesten sang to us. And it was lovely. They sang a song that was basically “I love my Dad” and my little Kinderbeast looked at me the entire time he sang it. Awww.
Later than evening I watched The Old Dark House as the Fridate Horror Movie component of Fridate, and it was awesome. I’m amazed I’d not only not seen it before, but wasn’t even aware it existed. I had no idea that, as far back as 1932 (and long before Scream was ever a thing), they could make a film that was both creepy and funny. Highly recommended.