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Photo credit: Katie Sokoler
Tags: dad magazine, dads, jaya saxena, matthew lubchansky, this is matt’s actual dad, you’ve still got it
Yes! Yes, I will finish that thing on the porch! How could you doubt me?
While you’re at it, could you please finish the thing on my porch?
I’ll get to the thing on the porch, but first I want to start the thing in the basement.
I’m not even married and it took me a year to finish the bedroom closet project.
Don’t you mean the thing in the attic? Always work from the top down.
I’m kinda scared of the thing in the attic.
Just take a can of WD40 and a flashlight up there with you. If you can’t fix it with WD40, then you probably need an exorcist.
Don’t forget the duct tape!
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.
You’d think, wouldn’t you?
My favorite MRA trope is the child custody thing (i.e., feminists are somehow preventing fathers from getting custody of children). Because if there’s anything that feminists hate , it’s men taking on an equal share of parenting responsibilities.
My rough estimate: 87% of the divorced parents I know can directly trace the break-up of their marriages to the excessive involvement of the father in his children’s daily lives.
This one couple? He arranged all of the well-baby visits and took time off work to be the one who took the child for her shots. We all saw that break-up coming from miles away.
I mean in the US paternity leave isn’t really a thing but hey neither is maternity leave so… Yay for equality?
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.
How many lonely Raspberry Pis are languishing, fate unmet, in dudes’ offices?
Mr. Ada promised there was going to be a temperature/humidity controlled refrigerator for charcuterie making. Do I see any homemade coppa? NO.
I got one just to mess around with and I haven’t even gotten around to installing an OS on it yet. So sad.
Mine’s sitting in its original packaging in my entertainment center.
ours is answering the phone, and telling us the caller ID, but has not been further adjusted to, frex, keep out the spammers…
Annual cool dad guide! Do Dad Magazine readers get to nominate their buddies for Coolest Dad? (Dadjokes Division, Car Division, Taste in Music Division, Basement Refurbishing Division, etc.)
I really want to read the rolling coolers article, though. Which one should I buy? I need to know!
One time, at a high school track meet, I saw a guy who had converted a rolling cooler into AN ELECTRIC SCOOTER/COOLER. It was glorious. He was wearing a safari-style hat, which is the only proper headgear for riding such a contraption.
Last time I visited home I saw my dad bought a new rolling cooler, despite already owning at least five other coolers.
This month in Peak Dad (and Peak Mom):
My parents recently watched and became obsessed with The Trip, so all through dinner the other night they were doing impressions of Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan doing impressions of Michael Caine.
My parents came to visit me here in the NL and continued their trip into eastern France and Germany (vaguely on the schedule of Gov’t Mule, who they saw 4 or 5 times when they were here). I got many updates on asparagus (Mom) and sausage (Dad) throughout the region.
Also my mom made us all go see the tulips.
To be fair, that’s the best scene in the movie.
That is indeed one cool dad.
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…?”
I would like to think that we can read an unprinted eye roll in there – the dads of Dad Magazine mocking other, lesser men, who act like ungrateful dumbasses in public.
I like this interpretation better. Dads know they wouldn’t be who they are without moms.
(Well, I say that, but I know so many people who are Dads despite not having children.)
I’m gonna guess it’s a Dave Barry humor column. In fact, he’s probably guest editor for a month.
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.”
I would absolutely love a rat like that.
A YEAR’S SUPPLY OF BANANAS FOR $36 WHAT A STEAL
This issue seems to be devoted to my husband’s Dad-ness rather than my father’s. Rolling coolers! Unending DIY! Just Watchin’ the Game. . . for the entire duration of the NHL season!
My parents still have the same cooler from when I was a child, probably long before rolling coolers were invented. They still use it all the time. (I am 40, for reference.) If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, I guess. I don’t know how I would feel if they ever replaced it.
Is it red and metal? If so, my parents have that same cooler.
Yesterday Mr. Tabwootwo and I went to my parents’ house to borrow some camping supplies. I had a real snit-fit when my mom wheeled out a huge white igloo cooler instead of the bright red, metal Coleman cooler I grew up with.
Later my husband mentioned it to me, “I guess you really liked that cooler, huh?”
They’re on ebay though. If I really miss it.
My parents have been using one specific cooler – a lovely tan metal Coleman one – since the 70s. That thing must be durable as hell, and I so hope I inherit it.
Matt’s Actual Dad: The Coolest. Loving the b&w / green graphicness of it all.
Hey, Matt’s Actual Dad! Yes, you’ve definitely still got it. 🙂
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.
Typical Dad zombie preparedness kit: one machete, unsharpened and starting to rust; a paracord bracelet; one of those hand-crank radios, and never mind who’s supposed to keep the radio stations running come the zombocalypse; a matchbook from a strip club (says he got it from the uncle that stopped visiting at a certain point in your childhood sans explanation); some Clif bars; a thing that looks like it might be a part for some unidentified bit of military gear.
my Peak Dad story is that he’s started carrying around all of his papers and iPad in a Nike shoe box. He totally has a nice leather briefcase, not to mention a man purse and probably a dozen tote bags, but “this old shoebox is the perfect size and shape! What? You don’t like it?”
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.
Can’t he just go lurk over by Cinema City until some dirtbag on a skateboard happens by, and strike up a new dealer-buyer relationship?
Sadly, I think most of the skateboarding dirtbags might be scared off.
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?
Mine bonds by pointing out the inadequacies in my published works. Which, to be fair to him, is just an extension of the 20 years of bonding we did when he was my boss and he pointed out the inadequacies of my work for the company.
Since I am mostly as yet unpublished, my dad likes to bond with impromptu quizzes about nineteenth-century literature based on whatever Great Courses CDs he has playing in the car at the time.
Just you wait.
(I mean, um, probably he will be totally impressed and proud and never utter a critical word!) (It goes without saying that every critical word is undeserved.)
Oh yes! Sometimes he sends us pictures of cool shadows, sometimes it’s a guy he met downtown with a pet chicken on a leash. Also, lots of pics of grandkids.
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.
Dad, Dad, Dad…he’s got a really clean room…he keeps it that way with a mop and a broom
Regarding the cosine and things imprinted on your brain, I don’t what to do with a cosine, but ever since reading Terry Prachett’s Raising Steam, I alway think of “the sine, the cosine and the tangent, and even the quaderatics” [sic]. “I’ve t’knowledge of t’sliding rule!”
Slow connection. Scroll down, scroll down. Great Dad Magazine as usual. Enjoying as always. Finally reach the bottom, and see the Thing on the Porch headline. Scream with laughter.
WHAT. I WANT ONE!!! (Am I a Dad? I am neither a man, nor do I have children. But perhaps, somehow deep in my soul, I have some Dadness latent there.)
To be fair, that's the best scene in the movie.
My parents have been using one specific cooler – a lovely tan metal Coleman one – since the 70s. That thing must be durable as hell, and I so hope I inherit it.
Recent emails from Dad:
Subject: Money
Body: You know the
Sent from my iPad
Subject: Clothing
Body: Had the Haack’s over last night, being veteran UK travelers they highly suggested a waterproof coat with a hood. Just a thought.
Sent from my iPad
Typical Dad zombie preparedness kit: one machete, unsharpened and starting to rust; a paracord bracelet; one of those hand-crank radios, and never mind who's supposed to keep the radio stations running come the zombocalypse; a matchbook from a strip club (says he got it from the uncle that stopped visiting at a certain point in your childhood sans explanation); some Clif bars; a thing that looks like it might be a part for some unidentified bit of military gear.
The Thing on the Porch is, by definition, unfinishable. By the time it gets close to being even two-thirds finished, it has revealed its true finished nature as being something else entirely. It’s the 3D home project equivalent of the first novel.
The Thing on the Porch is, by definition, unfinishable. By the time it gets close to being even two-thirds finished, it has revealed its true finished nature as being something else entirely. It's the 3D home project equivalent of the first novel.
Nope. This is a guest editorial from my dad, who was known for his five minute long "This Mother's Day thing's pretty nice! Someone ought to come up with one of these for fathers. I'll write my Congressman!" routine that he resurrected every year at Mother's Day, usually post-brunch and pre-"Go outside and play for the afternoon while your mother and I take a nap."
Here's hoping that next month's Dad Magazine will include "'Taking a Nap' and other awkward terms for marital sex."