howdy pards. Burt bacaract’s bastard bassoon player here, just checking in with the brigade to make sure you’re still throwing up the W. what’s the w you ask? Hell if I know, don’t shoot the messenger. So, uh, I ate a salad from arby’s today, and, um, checked my car’s oil. It smells like burning oil, but that’s just its dillio, dig? Just let it be, and it will let you be, and I’m fairly certain we’ll all be copacetic. I’ve been busy yapping about bball but you don’t care about that. I’ve also been busy being a dad to the most beautiful sweetest little girl in ALL THE LAND who even graduated out of her infant car seat into a big girl forward facing car seat OH MY GOD THAT CANNOT BE HAPPENING ALREADY. But yes it is, our little girl is growing up, wowsers. Mrs. P and I thank the firmament every morning noon & night for bringing her here to be with us, yeppity deppity doo. And, so then how are you? Well fraggldy doo I’m making rhymes, with thyme, on time. Ok, I’ll stop. Enjoy the weekend, yo, while mtv saran rapping, it’s like butter, can’t believe it’s not. Respect.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Hey y’all. Yes, I’m still alive, just a lazy pile. Well, no, I’m not lazy, just in reference to posting stuff in this here space. And really there’s no excuse for it. But years & years ago, Treacher
said never apologize for not blogging, so no, this is not an apology, just an affirmation of my absence, which was obvious anyway, so, actually, I really don’t know what the fuck I’m saying. Forget it.
I’m a very happy man, because my sister just had a beautiful, bouncing (metaphorically) baby boy, so I have a new nephew (cue the obvious alert), so good stuff there, that’s on the docket for the good points. Bad points docket, I got a speeding ticket this morning. Good side docket, I am alive and up to this point, heart beating ok and I’m not seeing purple spots on my peripheral vision, good docket, blah blah blah, whatever. Anyway, congrats, sis, on the new addition, super happy for you & yours.
I was gonna say something else but I forgot. More later? We’ll see. Don’t bet the mortgage on it. Salud.