Tommy Collison

Disclaimer: I’m not talking about my own mother. Wouldn’t that be awful stupid? What with her blogging too? If you think you know who I’m talking about, you’re wrong. There’s a possibility you’re right, but assume you’re wrong :-). Let’s do an American military on it and don’t ask, don’t tell.

I’m going to be quite unspecific in this post, and I do apologize. :)

Parents are odd people. To describe them, I was going to use my fat ones, thin ones, ones that climb on rocks joke, but it’d make it the third time I’ve used that joke in a month, which just isn’t cool. They do, suffice to say, come in all shapes and sizes, all demeanors, personalities and parenting styles.

Not being a parent, it wouldn’t be my place to say style one is better. Let’s just say some parents are better at handling things than others. For example, my parents are good at handling my interests, like drumming or blogging. The second parents aren’t. Allow me to explain:

Mr. and Mrs. ET live in Dublin, with their offspring, ET Junior.

One day, the kid -as people often do- found out about my blog, and developed an interest in it. After a while, ET Junior asked me to set up a blog so that the kid could blog too. I obliged and the blog went up.

Then I discovered ET had had a discussion with his offspring in which a number of hard and fast rules were put down. I became a little uneasy about the blog’s success when I heard them, but didn’t say anything. I learnt later that one of these was that nothing could be published without ET and ET’s spouse seeing it.

Very communist China, don’t you think? They’re fond of censorship too.

ET junior decided he didn’t want to blog, surprise surprise, under these conditions.

If nothing else, the experience taught me two lessons: I appreciate my own ‘rents even more, and that blogging isn’t appreciated in all corners of the world. It is in Chéz Collison though, so we’re grand.