Times X Bob

In an effort to fill up my Old Man of a Simpler Time bingo card, I recently subscribed to Sunday delivery of The New York Times. Not only, in my experience, does this give me fatherly license to ignore my children until well into the afternoon on Sundays, it also provides me with unlimited access to the Times online.

But nobody wants to read unlimited blogs, especially as authored by me. So instead of writing about every single article I skim through while vacantly wondering why the kids are screeching-and-then-rather-suddenly-not-screeching in the basement, I'll limit myself to ten blogs a month, to match the ten free articles a month any commoner with internet access can read over at the Times.

This project has the added benefit of keeping me out of the comments and saying mean things to your dumb friends on your page. An "added benefit" suggests that there is some sort of primary benefit, of which I can definitively say there is not actually one, yet. I'll see what becomes of this, I guess, and sort that out if I find any.

In short, what we have here is a way for me to voice my, ahh, voice without interrupting the stream of baby pictures and *hilarious* memes and legitimately terrifying opinions about politics and the world with my own nonsense, as instead I will be dumping my own nonsense here.

So! The New York Times, ten times a month, by me. I'm very sorry.