Updated Mon, Nov 10, 2008 by Coyote
Well it happened again, as it inevitably does when someone who disagrees with something that I write manages to get a hold of any real life personal information on me...
They tell me to grow up.
"I'm sick of your type and this newest trend. You are 34 years old. What kind of example do you set for your children? They need a father not a little brother. I realize that we are in an age of the hedonistic adult child. It is cool and socially acceptable of the times for you to play your stupid video games and make juvenile attempts at humor by showing pictures of the female breast. But you are an adult. So act like one. Grow up and be the man that you physically are."
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That was...scathing. I actually read that passage and other parts of the e-mail sent to me by a reader who was referredbya friend and went "...awwww." And felt really bad about myself, my habits, and the choices I've made in life.
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For about two seconds. Then I got mad.

In fact, I'm not answering this for ME – but for GUYS everywhere who get looked at funny for playing with the action figures in the store or waiting in line for a midnight release of a video game. This one, yo, goes out to tha BRUTHAS.
What is so great about growing up?
Don't get me wrong, I don't have "Peter Pan Syndrome" in the LEAST. I don't want to be a child and do weird things like play with little boys or get into sexual fetishes that involve a stern older woman calling me naughty and changing my purposely soiled diaper.
'Cause THAT is just GROSS.
If some dude is suckin' on a binky and wearing a bonnet and you see him happily gurgling in baby talk and calling for his mother - you are legally obligated to kick him really hard in the nads and steal his woobie while laughing at him like that evil Ginger Kid from A Christmas Story. Just make sure he's really a grown up because kids are getting big QUICK these days and the last thing you want on your record is an incident involving a playground and some toddler's mashed grapes.
I don't want to be a baby, or even a kid for that matter because being a kid SUCKED. Everyone told you what to do, you had no money or freedom, and you got a huge zit on your nose just in time for the prom so that your already gangly and dorky "man/boy" form earned you the cruel nickname of "Rudolf" for like a YEAR.
Being a kid sucked. But being a grownup sucks even more.
You have to pay bills and get weird little hairs in your ear. YOUR EAR. Who gets EAR HAIR at 34? Why did my body suddenly decide that "Hey, these ears aren't nearly warm enough! We should grow a fur coat!" and leave me with a permanent pair of ear muffs? And why are they like really HARD wiry hairs like Jeff Goldblum started growing in The Fly? I don't have hair that coarse and tough ANYWHERE on my doughy white body. Seriously, it's like I'm budding a brilo pad or something.
F*** ear hair. F*** back hair and receding hairlines and bank statements showing the purchase of a shiny new red car.
I don't WANT to be a man. I want to be a GUY.
I want to be a child who has grown into adulthood physically, matured to the point where he is an adult, but still has an open mind, a playful spirit, and money enough to buy the toys and video games he couldn't afford as a child. I want to laugh and have fun, and yes - be a bit juvenile from time to time. (And by time to time I mean always.)
And what exactly is wrong with THAT?
Society seems to think that there is some magical switch that gets thrown in a man's life where he instantly stops laughing at fart jokes and picks up the Wall Street Journal and a cup of black coffee...

Well I'll tell you flat out - THAT is never going to happen.
Because black coffee is just GROSS.
Oh sure it's manly and you look all gruff and tough like a weathered cowboy squinting into the sunset around a campfire, but it still tastes like hot, bitter, ASS. If there was a Little Starbucks on the Prairie, I guarantee that even the toughest and manliest of frontiersmen would be blowing the foam off of a caramel vanilla mocha frapachino latte as they dumped in gallons upon gallons of flavored creamer. Which in hindsight is probably how the whole "Brokeback Mountain" thing started, so we'll blur past that last point.
There is no magical switch that stops farts from being funny and makes you read the stock pages. And if there was, I'd be flipping it on and off as fast as I could in attempts to make Mr. Blackcoffee Realman rip one so loud that the Dow Jones would drop a point. (**Note** I have no idea what a Dow Jones is. But Dow is the chemical company that makes mace, so I wouldn't dick with it. **End Note**)
Wearing an expensive suit and reading the New York Times doesn't make you a man, and it in no way makes you a grown up. Chances are in fact, that it makes you a petty elitist douchebag, and that just ain't me baby.
I'm a guy. A REAL guy. A fart loving, car crash watching, prank pulling, boobie oggling member of society who has learned that life isn't serious, and if you treat it that way you end up with some dude's finger up your butt as he tells you that your prostate is just fine, but you should still probably get the multi-opti-pupil-optomy just in case.
Ain't no man gunna take that route with me.
So to the woman who sent me this letter, Iask youhonestly:
"Can I see your boobs?"

You say that your friend sent you here to read my daily ramblings because she thought that I was funny, even if you do not. She sent you here and instead of smiling and laughing you were offended and appalled and see "obvious intellect and talent being squandered on things that don't matter".
Well your friend is either an AMAZING friend, or a dumbass.
They either A) worry about your sense of humor and are trying to get you to lighten up or 3) don't know you from Eve (the chick with the leaves in the bibble, not the game) and had no clue that your sense of humor as surgically removed.
I'm not following a trend in society, or reverting to childhood, or shunning my duties as an adult. I'm simply me, being me, and trying to laugh a little bit each day. And while it pains me to do so - I can be serious, focused, and extremely mature and grown up when the need arises.
But you?
I bet you have ear hair.
Sucks doesn't it?
-Coyote
She's right you know.
* raises fist in solidarity *
Preach on BRUTHA!!
Didn't Apocalypse kill him using some kinda beetle/scarab?
How bad ass can you be, if you have to be scared of bugs?
Lol...
That rant almost got me saluting the monitor. From one 30-something guy with an ever growing collection DvD series and video games, and stuff, cheers Coyote.
Supercilious numpties that mistake childlike for childish, are they just dull bores that want validation and to be in like minded company, or just too dense to get it. Who cares, sod 'em eh. And get kids to leave flaming bags of poop on their doorstep, that never gets old.
Reality says you have to grow older...
NOTHING says you have to grow up...
So, in an attempt to garner favor with my 'cross the pond' friends..
Bugger off, ya wanka!
# Madhog Says:
September 11th, 2008 at 11:45 am
You shoulda replied with *if you’re so smart, how big is Uranus?*
Hahahahahahaha!
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Approximately 25,500 km in radius (four times that of Earth). If you're speaking of mass, it's about 14 times as massive as Earth, 8.6810 × 10^25 kg.
And thanks for replying to my e-mail Coy, even if I do think your response was childish and juvenile. *pffts and eye rolls*
Pfff I think all these Coyote haters are made up. I don't want to hear from their emails anymore. I want to see them here in the friggin' comments, letting loose all their anger, curses and stuff in a troll worthy way, so they can be made fun of by everyone!
Another new fan Coyote?
I do seem to bring out the best in people, don't I?
The little baby with his fist up is sooo cute. I just want to hug him and blow raspberries all over him.
Oh and to the person who was annoyed. Simple solution don't read the damn thing anymore. A good amount of us enjoy the blog..well at least the pictures on the blog.
Awe, I like Coy as the box-dropping, man-ape-gone-wrong-thing. I find him amusing.
*snuggles hugz Coy*
*Applauds*, god bless you sir, and the parents who raised you.
I was raised by apes, thus the body hair.
Either that or I'm turning into wolverine, which can only end WELL. Me, with unbreakable razor sharp metal claws? What could go wrong?
OOOOOOO.....then I could be Cyclops...yeah...and I'd be like, hey take your hands of my girl.....and then we would battle.....cool
Lol!!!!!! Ok yea I so knew you would fit in...
What the hell is someone who uses the word *Hedonistic* doing reading this? Bugger off back to yer Apple blogs ya hippy!
I am 42 and a half. I got into the Warhammer beta yesterday. I will be playing a goblin mostly cos the /special emote has him running around in circles, banging his head on the floor then wiping his ass on the floor in the manner of a dog, going round in circles.
My wife took one look and said *That wont be funny for long. Oh wait, you'll still be giggling at that in 3 years time*. Which is true! Its funny!
Btw Coy, what's the "Bibble"? Is like a new version of the Bible with boobies in??
Coyote Says:
September 11th, 2008 at 8:35 am
Either that or I’m turning into wolverine, which can only end WELL. Me, with unbreakable razor sharp metal claws? What could go wrong?
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What could go wrong? From the sound of it your unbreakable razor sharp metal claws are growing out of your ears. So there goes the family budget for new pillows . . . wait those aren't pillows!!!!
Bithy!!! I updated my page and responded to you in the forum!
Coyote...are you sure we are not related? More I read and gain insights to you the more i think we are truly alike. Amazing and Baffling at the same time!
Oh did I misspell bible?
What a crazy random happenstance.
Hey! If Coyote gets to be Wolverine, and Bandion gets to be Cyclops (so that they can battle over the same girl, and what not...). Can I be Bishop? And be above it all? I mean seeing as I seem to be the token around here... ^_^
BWAHAHAHAHAHA... *gasp* ...HAHAHAHAHA...
*wipes a happy tear from his eye*
Crazy random happenstance? Er no, you spelt it wrong you moron! Jessus Crist grow up you big baby!
LMAO The Token.
Dude, you officially rule.
And at least you chose someone decent over Luke Cage or Black Panther, or ya know...
Storm...*coughs* Not that I'd judge you.
Token? Can I put you in a slot machine then?
If...you're into that. Just ya know...
Get a ROOM you two. YEEEESH.
Ok...can't breathe....choking
Ok, I would like to change my character. I just flipped through my memory and as I recall, Cyclops is basically an analy cyclops. I would like to be something with a little more, um, bad ass to them....uhhhh, does anyone remember Cyber. He was the guy with poison tipped claws and adamantium skin. I like him....
Well, as cool as it'd be, and as much love as I have for Wesley Snipes... Blade seemed kinda cliched... lol
@Madhog:
Um, I'd prefer that you or any male, have NOTHING to do with putting me into ANYTHING... really... 'cause, just ew...
0.o
Dude, some bugs can be really scary. Haven't you seen the Mummy? I don't care if your using maximum strength, there is no kind of RAID that is killing off those bad boys. Also, didn't god send crickets to Egypt, i mean come on....you can be bad ass and still scared of bugs...bugs and roving packs of rabid squirrels. Both of those are legitimate fears....*cowers in corner*
I don't know who sent you that but what the hell is wrong with you? What is wrong with not being a grownup 24/7? I'm a year younger than Coyote and I REFUSE to grow up and it's paid off. My childlike view helped me select a toy for my kid the other day which she has NOT SET DOWN. She sleeps with it, eats with it, and does not let it out of her site. I did what a half dozen grandparents and relatives have never accomplished and it wasn't because I spend more time with her, it's because I can think like her.
And as much as I rag on Coyote, poop is still damn funny.
lol... I stand corrected... =)
Wyrmy wins the blog for serious use of the verbage " Supercilious numpties "
NICE.
Is there a prize? Perhaps some ear-hair clippers?
I find it interesting that people (generally, bitter women) assume that if you enjoy video games or dick jokes, you're incapable of acting like an adult when the need arises.
When I was about 15 I realized there were 3 levels of maturity. The first is when you are truly a child. You behave like a child, and enjoy childish things, in all sincerity and with little self-awareness.
After that comes an extremely self-conscious phase where you obsess over "growing up", "being an adult", "becoming a man", etc. It usually starts in your late teens - you put your toys in the attic and get rid of the Darth Vader bedspread. You organize everything in to categories like "childish" or "adult", and look down at anyone that enjoys things you've deemed to be the former.
But the third and final stage of maturity _is_ something like the switch. Sure, it won't put you in a suit or make you enjoy black coffee - but when there's bills to be paid, children to raise, or a wife to emotionally or financially support - you can buck up and take on the burdens of being an adult. The rest of the time though? To hell with it. Life is too important to take seriously.
Far far too many people never move past that second stage. The difference between a scowling, grumpy, "get the hell off my lawn" old man and the charming, witty, bright-eyed life-of-the-retirement-center is whether or not he ever _finished_ growing up. It can seem like a regression to those stuck in the second phase, but it's more of an enlightenment that the simple pleasures in life are what matter.
So, don't let the developmentally retarded individuals that are stuck in the second phase of maturity get you down. One day they'll see you were right all along - or, they'll die unhappy and with a vague sense that there must be "more to life".
Wyrmy - not really. Just bragging rights until someone else wins teh bloglumn.
And seriously... I get this whole feminist vibe from that email too. In my experience feminists... you know those really hard core probably butch lesbians - are the most overreaching and hypocritical people on the planet. The rest of this rant goes into an example in politics, so I think I'm going to just quit while I'm ahead. ^_^
Oh, and Radar! Yay for you and your kid ^_^ If that toy doesn't fall apart, she'll probably have it for years - I know I still have my equivalent toy around here somewhere.
That rings true. I used to work for Games Workshop, for long enough to see customers come, go, and come again. I think tissues might have been involved, but outside the store.
As a kid the punters were all into the hobby, then once they hit the late teens their priorities change. Instead of being into and spending money on toy soldiers, they're looking at those soft skinned and nice smelling people with the lumps on their chest. That, booze and cars, they kinda thing they ain't been allowed to be into cos've their age.
But years on, one day walking past a store hand in hand with a partner they'll point it out and say "I used to be into that". They'll take a tour, ostensibly so he can take a walk down memory lane and she can see something else that made him the person he is. He'll leave with a paint set and boxed set of new toy soldiers. And she'll get a dragon. And paint it better than he ever could.
No Wyrmy - THAT is spot on! Mr Morvy and I did that exact same thing recently. Need to find time to prime the little guys before I can get painting though.
Well said, veaudaux. I agree.
And Coyote, I can't believe her email actually made you upset (even for two seconds) and then angry. It would have made be angry for two seconds and then utterly dismissive. Seriously, humorless pseudo-adults like the one who sent you that email are literally beneath contempt. Responding to them is both pointless and unnecessary.
But then I'm a few years older and have nose AND ear hair, so y'know ... I'm way more mature.
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You shoulda replied with *if you're so smart, how big is Uranus?*
Hahahahahahaha!
Well used. If only you'd spelt favour correctly. :p
Man, I hate people like the complainer. Just because you are all whimsical on the blolumn, that does not mean you are an idiot to your kids. And sometimes a story is amplified for effect. I know for a fact Coy is a great dad.
The complainer needs to be kicked soundly in the nuts. What kind of example does he/she set for his/her kids? Become an internet tough guy and tell everyone else who to act and raise their kids?
What an asshat. They need to shut their pie hole and mind their own business. How Coy raises his kids is not their business, and they need to keep their opinions on it to themselves.
Grrrrr.
Holy...holy shit.
Did Shipwreck just...stick up for me? And do it seriously? Like, seriously stick up for me?
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.....Okay. Who hacked his account?
Yes, Coyote, embarass your friend so he never does it again.
This is why everyone hates you.
Wow! Shippie loves Coy.
*gets all misty eyed*
Um.. hate to point this out.. but Shippie aren't you using the exact same freedom that you are condeming in your response?
"How Coy raises his kids is not their business, and they need to keep their opinions on it to themselves."
Sorry, just had to.. you know.. point that out...
He's not condemning the freedom... he's condemning their lack of tact and etiquette.
I am proud of you just the way you are, no change is needed.
**Warning to all would-be commenters**
Momma Coyote gets a free pass here. You play nice, and remember that I have your IP addresses.
**End warning**
AWE!!!! Isn't that sweet!
She is right. We love you the way you are.