My Addled Brain

Which, in turn, somehow references Winnie the Pooh (the books, not that bastardized Disney version). I have this on my mind a lot lately, as the wife and I have already begun reading to Max most nights before bed. This schedule varies, depending on time we go to sleep, what we’ve been doing the evening prior, and occasional bouts of “Where-the-hell-did-I-leave-that-book-anyway?”-itis. Milne’s approach to children’s literature fascinates me, how he introduces concepts that one might think would be way over the heads of the intended audience, like self-insertion. It’s also startling how honest the author is about how childhood can end, and places like Pooh Corner get left behind as a child grows older.

And that’s something I don’t want to think about right now. I just want to be able to enjoy the time I get with my son, and watching him grow and learn. Of course, he has to be born first, but it’s never too early to feel melancholy, I always never say!

Something else I would really rather not think about right now would be Joe the Plumber. Thank you, Barack Obama the Democratic Presidential Candidate and John McCain the Republican Presidential Candidate, for forcing me to think of people in terms of their employment - I’m certain every person on the planet wants to be defined that way. As a result, everyone has become the . I realize this is not a new concept, but it’s taken a hold of my tiny, fevered brain and will not relinquish control to the parts that aren’t completely batshit crazy. So, I shall entertain my fellow employees by referring to people like Craig the Owner, Lena the Accountant, and Tim the I’m Not Exactly Sure What You Do Here.