October 2008
28 posts
So I slept like the whole night in my own crib. Word up.
Co-sleeping is cool and all, but my Dad’s got some wicked firebreath in the morning. I’d like to avoid that if at all possible.
Dear Mom,
All your milk are belong to us.
That is all.
-Jonas
Update: For those who weren’t around the internet in the early aughts, here is the reference.
You see what I have to go through
Check out the last two photos. Those “googles” are what they gave me when I was under the interrogation lights at the hospital.
I think it’s pretty clear that my parents agree with the Bush administration on torture. Maybe they’ve been watching too much 24, I don’t know. I will continue to protest these actions by pooping promptly after a diaper change.
That is...
“There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?”
– Jonas Salk’s response to Ed Murrow when asked who owned the patent to the polio vaccine. Nice. Not only did my eponymous brother erradicate friggin polio, he led the charge against biological patents. Big up my man.
RE: Jonas Brothers
I am in no way, shape or form affliated with these clowns. Dad says that these bozos were his one hesitation with the name Jonas. I reminded him that no one will know who they are in a year. I hope I’m right.
Also, he wanted me to tell you that, if upon hearing my name, your response is, “Oh, like the Jonas Brothers?” he will slap you. I think he was serious.
-Jonas
Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn't Michael Bolton.
Samir: You know there's nothing wrong with that name.
Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it... until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent clown became famous and started winning Grammys.
Samir: Hmm... well why don't you just go by Mike instead of Michael?
Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He's the one who sucks.
First post
Yeah, I know, I’ve been around for a week and a half already and haven’t even posted to my blog yet. Forgive me, the typing thing took a while to get the hang of. I still think the keys are too far apart.
So being born was pretty weird. Lots of pressure, goo and bright lights. I have a question though: what’s with you people and your cold rooms? I recently read that body...
