Yes! Yes, I will finish that thing on the porch! How could you doubt me?

I'll get to the thing on the porch, but first I want to start the thing in the basement.

So many mansplainers could be shut down with a simple "oh, right, that exists already." Men's history? Already there. Paternity leave? Yep. Equality? Supported by feminists.

My fiancé was going to make a thing that displayed bus arrivals on an LED but then... that did not happen and the Raspberry Pi is just sitting forlornly in the office. The "office" is basically our porch/basement.

I'm really curious about the editorial process behind the Mother's Day headline. Did Dad Magazine devote 10 pages to an angry what-about-the-men screed and moments before press time someone raises their hand like "Uh, guys...? I might have caught a teeny tiny error...?"

If you're looking for a Cool Dad Gift for Father's Day, how about..... a bomb-sniffing rat?

https://www.apopo.org/en/
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/17/opinion/17krist...

"Specifically, an African giant pouched rat, about 30 inches long including tail. These are he-man rats, the kind that send cats fleeing. What’s more, we’re not talking about just any giant rat, but an educated one with the rodent equivalent of a Ph.D.

"A Dutch company, Apopo, has trained these giant rats, which have poor sight but excellent noses, to detect landmines in Africa. The rats are too light to set off the mines, but they can explore a suspected minefield and point with their noses to buried mines. After many months of training, a rat can clear as much land in 20 minutes as a human can in two days." [...]

"What man wouldn’t pass up a necktie for the chance to be associated with an educated, supermacho giant rat? For just $36, you can buy a year’s supply of bananas to feed one of these rats. Or, for a gift more on the risqué side, $100 will buy a “love nest” for a breeding pair of rats."

Matt's Actual Dad: The Coolest. Loving the b&w / green graphicness of it all.

Peak Dad: my dad has started using mini-coolers for toting his man gear. He says it's a zombie preparedness kit. It's like a dad-purse, but even more dadly.

On saturday I bumped into my dad in the city centre (it was a day where we bumped into almost everyone we know).

He informed me that he has Fallen Out (caps intentional) with his pharmacist again.

This saga has been ongoing for three years. Basically, he sets it up so they reorder his medication and my mums medication, but every now and again they apparently decide that they 'don't do that' even though every chemists in the country does that. Well, he's HAD ENOUGH, you see, because they did it again and the rude assistant pharmacist was condescending to me.

And then, in public, he asked me if I had any hash, and if I didn't could I get him some. 'I don't know any dealers any more,' he said, 'I think mine died.'

My dad is of a very specific variety, I think - counter-culture dad.

Does anyone here have/know/exist as a dad who... likes to send you cluttered pictures of geese, and also interesting shadows that he saw?

I think it's how he bonds?

Every time I see the new issue, I start silently singing the "Dad, Dad, Dad. . ." song from Full House, which, unlike what to do with a cosine and how to parallel park, is apparently engraved on my brain FOREVER.