Having some problems writing today.
See, this here post? The one you’re reading right now? It’s my 100th post.
Seems like an important milestone, in theory. Big, round number. First one with three digits. Binary for 4. Should be some hoopla around it, shouldn’t there? Like a contest, or some in depth retrospective about how great I [...]
I wish I was rich. Filthy, stinking, rotten rich.
Not just for the obvious reasons, either. I mean, who doesn’t want to quit his job and move in next to the Depps, or have enough money to have people whacked? Those things are a given.
I want to be rich so I can spoil the Princess properly. [...]
Sorry, internets, but as the proud poppa of a four-year-old Princess, you’re just going to have to deal with the occasional cutesy, kid-oriented post. This is one of them.
Wasn’t going to start out that way. I planned on writing another “Things That Make Me Want to Puke on Kittens” post. In fact, [...]
Just a quick update on Ani’s surgery…
She’s doing well. She’s much much tougher than I’ve ever been.
The surgery and recovery were longer than we expected, and they were a lot more aggressive during this first shot than we thought they’d be. We assumed they would try to remove about 25-30% of the nevus, but [...]
I used to think that euphemisms and political-correctness were useless constructs created for people who didn’t have the sack to face reality.
‘Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is for pussies,’ I’d think to myself. “Real men get shell shock.’
Or ‘Developmentally disabled, my ass. Dubya will always be a retard to me!’
Now, though, I’ve changed my mind.