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I wasn't going to post anything regarding the death of ADAM YAUCH, aka 'MCA' of the BEASTIE BOYS. Everyone has already heard the 'news,' and I'm not keen on posting the morbid stuff here on The Rock Father... but this morning, I changed my mind. While browsing the comments section of another site, someone noted trollingly jokingly that while Yauch had been sick with cancer since 2009, he'd actually ''been Ill since the 80's.'' I didn't find the comment offensive, but rather pretty clever and punny.

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Since I'd written a piece last month about the adventure of buying baby furniture, I figured it was time for a follow-up: The crib and changing table have been purchased. After hunting around and flip-flopping between Babies R Us and buybuyBaby, we ended up over at Cribs.com (a Hayneedle store), but since they declined my application for their affiliate program, I'm not hyperlinking that text. I can be a jerk like that.

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I miss record stores. There was a time when they were abundant, and I would visit many of them on a frequent basis. At one point, I took what I call the 'corporate detour,' and entered the world of big business and big box retailing. My 'dirty little secret' is that from 1996-1998 I worked for Walmart, after which I defected to Super Kmart, lured by headhunter to higher pay and better opportunities. Walmart was not happy. You see, not only was I very good at my job, but I'd just returned from their yearly 'Rah, Rah!' company meetings (held in Kansas, City that year) and revealed my departure about a week later. They paid me out for all remaining vacation time, and I was able to enjoy some relaxation before starting the new gig. You might wonder why I'm telling you this today, and the answer is simple: Rock was involved. Actually, more than just Rock... but all music. Record Store Style.

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I dont even have a creative title for this one, yet I feel compelled to blog about it. You see, I have a weird relationship with Easter... in that I'm not a fan at all. Despite my own feelings about the holiday, as The Rock Father™, I have to make it fun for my daughter (and, starting next year - daughters) as a 'Springtime Celebration' devoid of any religious implications. Judging by the vast array of Easter decor and fun that's readily available at just about any retailer, I have to believe that a huge portion of the population feels the same way, yet I never hear anyone actually talking about it.

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This past Christmas, my sister bought my daughter an Amloid Toys Pretty Princess Cycle. It came as a surprise not only to my little one, but also to me, as my wife and I had long discussed my desire to be the one to buy my daughter her first ''Big Wheel.'' A cool gift, for sure - but one of those moments when you wish, as a parent, that you'd been consulted first. I've never discussed this with my sister, so I imagine her first knowledge of my reaction will come via this blog post, should she happen to read it. Regardless, the Princess Cycle was a thoughtful and fun gift that my wife and I appreciated for the little one. Since Spring is officially here, the time has come for the ''Big Wheel'' to hit the streets...

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I had no idea that I'd be spending time on a Friday night discussing a 24-year-old movie, but here I am about to throw down some virtual ink in regards to the 1988 Penny Marshall-directed film BIG. Having inexplicably injured my back earlier this week and visiting a Chiropractor for the first time (cue PANTERA's I'm Broken), I've spent more time on the couch in the past three days than I've probably spent sitting in the past three months.

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