Blog Shift...
Today marks the shift of this blog from ostensibly comedic news stories...which were really hard to come up with...more towards the random ramblings of my brain, which I used to send out in mass emails. There will still be humorous news stories, but they will not be the main focus any more.

I have had quite a positive response to my random right brained ramblings from a variety of people, not all of whom were my mother, so I'm going to collect them here, in the hopes that when Isaac turns 18, I can show them to him finally, and he can say, "Dad...I hate you." Which is, if he's a normal 18 year old, what he's going to say anyway. I'm just going to give him more of a reason.

So without further ado...

I was giving Isaac a bath the other day, and was doing my usual trick of singing 80's pop hits with the words somewhat scrambled and altered.

This occasion's victim was the Sheena Easton (?) hit, Angel in the Morning, but I was replacing Angel with Munchkin. For obvious the reason that I was bathing one...

And it turned out like this:

Just call me Munchkin, the the morning, munchkin,
Just munch my kin before you leave me, munchkin...

Then I stopped and thought. Does the word Munchkin really derive from people who eat their own family members...or munch their kin? In that case, was Dorothy really at considerable personal risk when she visited Munchkin land? Perhaps not, as she was not related to any of them.

On the other hand, if they were all "familial cannibals" for lack of a better term, why were their so bloody many of them (no pun intended)? And what was with the high squeaky voices? Too much iron in their diets?

These are the things my brain comes up with when I'm bathing my son. We have already started putting money aside for the extensive psychoanalysis he will need when he gets old enough to realize all the stuff I have been writing about him.