Have you witnessed, or been victim of, bad parenting? Submit your story to Errant Parent. I have the unfortunate feeling I will be a frequent contributor to this site. I feel like a see so many examples every day. But then again, what do I know about parenting, not having kids and frankly not even knowing how to hold a baby? I suppose I can recognize obvious examples of bad parenting (see post on 6/11). And I know good parenting too when I see it, like the time a woman ran after me on the sidewalk shouting "Miss! Miss!" because my sleeve had brushed against her daughters ice cream cone, which I didn't even realize, so she ran after me and pulled a handi-wipe thing out of her purse so I could clean it off. Maybe that's not even "good parenting," but I would say it's certainly the opposite of being an errant parent, which would be...attentive parent?

"Bees! Bees!"

I've been anxiously awaiting my next Feel Good Summer Song (past songs have included "Hot in Herre" by Nelly and "Hella Good" by No Doubt; extremely past songs have included the entire Live at Cold Rice"album and "Feather of Forgiveness" by Polvo....my god, what is happening to me?!? 1996 was the end for me), and I think I've found it: "Rock Your Body" by Justin Timberlake. I love this song! In fact, after a few minutes of listening to the album at BN (I actually hate doing that; I feel like I get ear fungus from those headphones - I mean, how many people must use those things? Ewww..), I decided to buy the whole album: strong Michael Jackson with hints of Stevie Wonder, some Beck-like falesetto, and a Jamiroquai finish. I probably should have just got the single, which I think I'll do any way because I am totally digging this song. As I was buying Justin, G was buying Lloyd Cole and the Commotions, which made him remark that this was probably the only time ever these two CD's were being purchased together, and I had to agree. I liked Lloyd Cole a lot; it reminded me of Felt, one of my favorite bands.

CELEBRITY SIGHTING:
As I was standing in line at BN, some guy by the door starts shouting "Ally McBeal is here! It's true! I saw her! I got it!" which I think meant he got her autograph as he was waving a piece of paper around in the air. "Well, she's probably gone now with him shoutin' about it," I said to the woman in front of me, and she said, no,she'd seen her too, and that she was in her "grubbies." So I paid for my stuff and decided to walk through the store to see if I could get a glimpse, and sure enough there she was, crouched on the floor reading greeting cards with an Old Navy bag at her feet. Wow, she's just like the rest of us working stiffs....