Monday, April 03, 2006


I'm knackered, so those of you (ie: me) panting to hear the result of my feeble Paul Rose baiting shall have to wait. However, to say he is a fragile man will be putting it lightly. Hope this whets the appetitite.

The extent of the damage I seem to have inflicted makes one wonder at the power of super-Ceefax. Honestly, they're just words and pictures. If someone wants to send hugely insulting mesages to Tired Dad, I'd be pleased. I am not Tired Dad. Tired Dad is some words.

Language is the medium by which we communicate. Language is also what guarantees that we will always be distant from one another.

Next: A story about wanking.


Blogger Biffo said...

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8:41 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My name is Zadkiel, and i don't have an account in this site.

It makes me so happy to see that somebody else has figured it out, the internet thing.

I applaud you for your boredoom nights, keep up the work, and be a good, even if tired dad!

5:29 pm  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

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2:11 am  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

Z: Nice to see the occcasional archangel dropping by.

6:12 am  

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