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Star Trekking Into Darkness Isn’t The Only Way To Avoid Sun Exposure

You dudes see what I did there?

How I used a really cool film that’s coming out today to sort of talk about my actual topic? Not that I’m trolling for click bait or anything like that. It’s not like I’m mentioning sex or nudity or naked or something like that in the third sentence.


Anyway, let’s get the last of this sunscreen out of the bottle and onto the blog.

There is, according to the American Academy of Dermatology, a right way and a wrong way to apply sunscreen so you don’t get burned. Who knew?

I figured just slathering it on until you could slide down a grass-covered hill at full speed was the way to go. And the grass leaves would scrape off the excess. Of course, that left grease tracks in the steep hills and killed the grass, but hey. . . That’s just the way we roll. See what I did there? A punne, or play on words?

Let’s head on over to listen to the fine skin doctors at the American Academy of Dermatology before I speak another horrible punne and really deserve punishment.

We’ve already talked about how the sunscreen you should be using should have a sun protection factor (SPF) of at least 30 and be broad spectrum to block out ultraviolet A and B rays (UVA and UVB). The next thing you need to know is that you’ve got to start slathering yourself up well before you head outdoors.

Apply sunscreen generously before going outdoors. It takes approximately 15 minutes for your skin to absorb the sunscreen and protect you. If you wait until you are in the sun to apply sunscreen, your skin is unprotected and can burn.

Which means you also need to make darn sure you cover every bit of exposed skin if you want the benefit of sunscreen. I mean, if you do most of the body and then leave, say, an unprotected stripe down the side of your torso where your arm would be if it weren’t in constant motion playing beach volleyball — just to pull an instance out of the air — it can really, really, really hurt.

Even worse, getting a severe sunburn can be bad news for future you. Damaging your skin with major doses of UVA and UVB can lead to more of a chance of skin cancer. Cover up. Get slathered. And make sure you use enough of the right kind of sunscreen.

Now watch this cool public service video. I’m sure it’s not corny at all.

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On Thanks, And Why They Should Be Given

by Richard

Go, Richard. It’s your birthday. It’s your birthday.

You dudes are just going to have to imagine the horrible dancing and chanting that goes along with that. No way I’m filming that and posting it to the inter-weebs on my birthday to be mocked and derised about for years to come.

I already get enough of that at home.

Before I go any further, a quick birthday shout-out to Jill and Heidi, birthday buddies from high school, and, saving the best for last, a huge shout-out to my favorite Birthday Buddy, and the original, my nephew Crusher. He’s not having a lot of fun, the poor little dude.

Instead of celebrating by playing football with his Pop Warner football team, which just keeps winning and winning, he’s out in Texas having to attend a wedding celebration. We drew straws and Crusher drew the short one, so he has to go and represent all the Turkeys at the wedding. Sorry, dude. Better luck next year.

Eh. He’s awesome. He’ll get over it.

So. Back to the reason you’re probably celebrating today. Although I do appreciate that you’re at least pretending it’s because of my birthday.

For years, when my family would gather around the table to celebrate Thanksgiving. The adults would all make us tell the group what we, personally, were thankful for. Of course, me being me, I’d try to be funny and say something like, “Oxygen.”

Well, in my own defense, I did say try to be funny.

Not this year, though.

For some reason, as I approach this latest birthday, I’ve been thinking back on something else momentous that happened to me on a dreary November day. On Nov. 5, 2004, I suffered a heart attack out of nowhere.

A bit scary, but I did manage to live through it. At least so far.

I’ve been thinking about that a lot, lately. And I’ve found I’m rather thankful for a lot of things.

I’m thankful I had just enough more sense than pride so I could call the ambulance when something went wrong.

I’m thankful there are people who know what they’re doing and actually do great work on those ambulances, and in the hospitals.

I’m thankful for my family, who helped me back to health and still make living worthwhile.

I’m thankful for the world, that manages to be so wonderful and engaging. Although there are some non-dudes in the world who make it difficult to keep this sort of optimism going on a regular basis.

I’m thankful for my health, although I should certainly be doing more to help it out.

I’m thankful there are people to love and who love me, that I still can meet more and new people, that there still are things in this world and beyond that can thrill me, chill me, fulfill me.

I’m thankful that, even though they’re not around any more, I had my grandmother and mom around for as long as they could stay and that they taught me about love, and leaving, and how to do both gracefully.

I’m thankful for (as cheesy as it sounds) for you, dear dude readers, who actually keep coming back to listen to me blather and who are going to go out on April 15, along with all of your friends, and purchase my bookA Dude’s Guide to Babies. (What, you expected this to happen without a plug for the book? Where have you been for the last little while, dude?)

Mostly, I’m thankful to be here and be able to still appreciate all the wonder and joy and irritation and grandeur of the world around us. It’s a strange place. I like that.

I think I’ll stick around for another year and enjoy it for a while longer.

Meet you there?

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Calling All Dads

by Richard

In case you dudes happened to miss it on the side there, The Dude’s Guide is coming to a bookstore near you (yes, you specifically) in the spring of 2013.

Yeah, some publisher actually thought it was a good idea to pay Barry and me money to commit this stuff to dead trees and try to pass it off as some kind of wisdom.

(ASIDE: We love Sellers Publishing, purveyors of fine books and home to astonishingly astute editors who never take it out on their writers just because they slipped into the bottle a little bit and wrote something a little annoying when they were trying to be funny. Not that I know anyone like that. Nope. Not us.)


Here’s the deal. Barry and I need to supply our editors with more words. Even worse, the editors want these words to make some sort of sense. And be funny. These editors, dudes, they’re tough. They didn’t find it at all amusing when Barry and I sent them a dictionary and told them to take their pick of the new words they wanted.

So we’re in a bit of a bind. They want more words. Barry and I are morons. And then we had an idea. After we sobered up and nursed ourselves through the hangovers, we decided to put that idea in to practice. Which is why I’m writing.

We’re looking for YOUR help, dudes. We’d like to use your stories of fatherhood, how you helped to raise your little dude from baby to still-alive baby.

Did you mess it up (along with most of the living room, parts of the kitchen and the foyer)? Were you a natural? Does your wife shudder when you bring up a fond memory of helping her to feed the little dudette?

Are you out from under the restraining order that prevents you from talking about what happened?

Well, we’d like to hear from you. Who knows, if you’re entertaining enough (*ahem*moneymoneymoneymoneymoney*ahem*) you might actually earn a place in the book. To top it off, Barry and I will even change some names to protect the innocent. Or, you know, you. If you’re sincere about it.

You can get ahold of us by using the contact form on the blog (just click on this link) or you can write directly to richard [at] thissitesname. If you’d rather talk to Barry, just put his name in place of mine.

It’s quick and it’s easy and we’ll be glad to spice up the story for you. Always wanted to defeat a horde of rampaging pirate ninja cyborgs? Not a problem for us to say you did. After all, who’s going to check? I mean, it’s not like we’ve got people reading what we’re writing, checking it for accuracy and spelling and grammar and stuff.


No, write! To us. Let us hear your stories.

Who knows, it might be your story that really helps a new dad to make it through another day. Shared joy is multiplied. Shared pain is lessened. Let us help you share.

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