ParentHaught – viciously sarcastic daddy blogging

In May 2014 I went from being a purveyor of fine sarcasm to being a purveyor of fine sarcasm with a baby. And then two in 2017.

My wife played quite an important role in this. 

People said fatherhood would make me less cynical. Less of a curmudgeon.

It hasn’t.

I still hate myki.

I still see no redeeming features in corporate wank.

I still think “journey” is overused at best and used to wallpaper over ineptitude at worst.

I still think cigarette companies’ logic is deeply flawed.

I still think Alan Jones played the Smith’s Gobbledok between 1987 and 1991.

I still can’t stand small talk. (Although I still do love Weis’ ice cream.)

Babies haven’t dimmed my desire to pour my brain acid into the publicly-available vessel that is Haught. But they has made me wonder whether I should try my hand at what I believe is colloquially called (and I cringe as I use the term) daddy blogging.

How does it work? It’s essentially Haught with babies.

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