Sunset and Daughter (and Daughter’s Boyfriend)

Ah, to be young.

And that’s all I have for you today. See you tomorrow.

30 Comments on “Sunset and Daughter (and Daughter’s Boyfriend)”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me

    The cute. I’m dying with it. Le staaaaaaaaaaahp!

  2. Now that’s a goodlooking sunset! Oh, the young people are pretty goodlooking too. What a wonderful smile.

  3. @mjfgates: John doesn’t need shotguns. He has ukeleles. Drive off any young man with nefarious intentions.

    Do we KNOW that’s a boy? Might be the pineapple atop a mannequin, with a wig.

  4. Peter, lulz.

    I have the same argument with my soon-to-be teenager son on his preferences for long hair. Funny thing is I grew up in the 70’s and had (young) Peter Frampton length locks myself.

    “Get a haircut!”, -he says, shaking his cane-, “and don’t piss off dad!, He’s got a blog fer heaven’s sake!”

  5. Really sneaky Dad bit. Subtle hint that Dad has friends everywhere who could be called upon search for nefarious characters?

  6. isn’t Cousin It a bit old for her? Or is that the hair monster from Looney Toons?

    I kid, of course, It is wonderful to see her so happy, I am sure.

  7. Athena is a strong feminist, and does power lifting for a sport. POWER LIFTING! Considering her parents, I bet she does not take gruff from anyone, except her father. When the boyfriend screws up, and they all do because they are boys, she can take care of him her self.
    If I was the boyfriend would be more afraid of Christina than John.
    Readers do remember that Jane Sagan is modeled after Christina. John is a writer. Which one do you want to have your back in a dark alley?

  8. Yay, happy picture. As the parent of a young daughter, I hate Shotgun Jokes and will not tolerate them. What do people say to parents of young boys, “Sure hope he doesn’t date rape anyone, haha!”

    Luckily all of my spouse’s family and friends are used to my humourless feminist ways (my side has been used to them forever, and in some cases, taught me). Like how I won’t let anyone buy my kids clothes with words on until the kids can read and endorse them….

  9. @LurkerType: John doesn’t need shotguns. He has ukeleles.

    He doesn’t need ukuleles, he has Journey albums on CD. If he wants to drive teenagers away he just has to spin their Greatest Hits and they’ll skedaddle.

    …. Lying beside you, here in the dark feeling your heartbeat with miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine

  10. She broke up with the pineapple? :-(

    Jeff: There’s an Enzo?

    Ooo, ill-omened, Jeff. Take that out of the law. OTOH, I bet if he says “please don’t have me cubed,” she’ll get a good laugh.

  11. [quote] He doesn’t need ukuleles, he has Journey albums on CD. If he wants to drive teenagers away he just has to spin their Greatest Hits and they’ll skedaddle.[/quote]

    Used to have a 2 person office – office mate was Ron. We had a tape system to listen to music. If one of us had a visitor he wanted to get rid of, he would subtly signal the other, who would put on a tape of a bagpiper. Worked every time. The people we liked also liked the pipes.

    Flaming ukuleles beat out (just barely) Flaming bagpipes. I agree with @Xopher – both would make a cool book cover.

    Or – DADD (Dads Against Daughters Dating) t-shirt. A higher cachet than an AR-15.

  12. “Also, am I the only one who thinks that picture could be a book cover?”

    It could be, but only if it were self-published and made extensive use of the Papyrus typeface.

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