Showing posts with label Tim Allen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tim Allen. Show all posts

Thursday, August 1, 2024

Ear Hair and Tim Allen

You know that scene in The Santa Clause, the 1994 movie where Tim Allen has to take the place of Santa, and he keeps trying to shave a Santa like beard but it keeps regrowing immediately? You know, this one. He shaves, and his beard grows back as he watches?

I feel that way with ear hair. I don't see a barber but around every 4 to 6 weeks because I don't care that much about appearance. But I've noticed pesky ear growth recurring enough that I bought a trimmer. And I swear the hair redevelops on my lobes the instant I trim them. Right. Now. Kapow. I can almost see it in the mirror. Well, I find myself trimming it about every second or third day anyway. Annoying.


Monday, October 17, 2016

The pursuit of happiness

I've just found another phrase which I will toss atop the dung heap of useless phrases and useless words.
While watching an episode of Last Man Standing, a Tim Allen sitcom of current standing, heh, heh, (I love punny things, even things not actually very punny), I experienced an epiphany. He was explaining in this particular episode, apologizing really, that he only wanted his daughter to be happy. Yet something stuck in my craw.
Despite what his character in fact said, he didn't actually want his daughter happy on open terms. He wanted his daughter happy on more defined terms.
True, he didn't say that. But it was implied quite directly when he asked her to be open to the possibility of a Navy Seal as a husband or boyfriend ahead of her then current choice of boyfriend if one might then appear.
What are we to make of this?
For starters, perhaps, that Tim Allen in his television world is nodding to the PC police. But more than that. Do fathers, should fathers, ever wish for their children mere happiness?
Happiness without reservation is, after all, without meaning. The sadist and the pious are on even terms here. We then begin to beg the question of what, really, should make us happy?
And that is precisely the question which I want my children to ask, answer, and live towards, as they decide what to do with themselves and their lives. I want them to ask, what should make me happy? And I want them to work towards an honest answer to that.
So, should I be asked, do you want you children to be happy, I must answer no. I do indeed want them to want to be happy. But I want for them true happiness, and nothing less will suffice in answer. I should hope all parents want that.