Chuck E. Fargin' Cheese
As recently as two years ago, I would never had considered that I might one day take great pleasure in reading about the daily minutiae of an anal-retentive stay-at-home father of an only child.
But, life changes, and then I came across James Lileks. I have boys, and wouldn't know the difference between a My Little Pony and a Pound Puppy, but if I mentally substitute "Hot Wheels" for every Pony reference, I end up nodding vigorously through every anecdote.
On the whole, it would be inaccurate to describe myself as a kindred spirit, but damn, is stuff like this great:
Also bought a candle that gives off the scent of firewood, and I think it says something about the rarified and idle nature of my lucky life when I say “I’m really looking forward to seeing how it smells when I light it.” But I am. And this from a guy whose apartment once smelled like a Budweiser Clydesdale lost bladder control. Well, marriage will do that to you.
This is where my life is headed, and frankly, I've made my peace.