Word!

Cool...to the Extreme...

Conversation with Princess Sassy Pants the other day:

PSP: (something light, spoken in the fairy tale voice, a statement needing little affirmation)

Me: Word!


PSP: (exasperated) DAD! You know saying "Word!" at the end of everything doesn't make you cool...


Me: I know, I gotta add "to your Mother" for it to be really cool.


PSP: That's not cool either.

Ah, I've been living the life of the tragically un-hip since I was her age.  Replete with the equivalent of 10 year old golf pants...I had plaid pants...when corduroys were cool. I scored the cords in time for something else to be the next big thing.

The Princess has also been known to dismiss my coif. I shave my head.  Mainly because I don't dig the skin Yarmulke look.  But I HAVE hair! I suppose I do an efficient job of bringing that particular pain upon myself since I always ask her to spray the leave-in-conditioner and comb out my tangles.  She never humors me though.  Can you guess how she got this particular nickname?

Yeah, Not This Guy!

My Uncoolness? Epic!  I'm like the opposite of the most interesting man in the world.

My team makes the big play only when all hope is lost and I have turned off the TV.

I picked Betamax, but VHS was the winner.  Porn is to blame.

I bought an iPhone and iPad and Steve Jobs dies.

I don't drink iced coffee, because that would be cool.

I wouldn't have it any other way... and that's what makes me stealthy cool.

So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks

Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!




So How Tragically Un-Hip Are You?