
So since my last update, which was back when elderly white people weren’t completely insane (read: pre-Obama), a lot has happened here. I’ve moved to Winston-Salem, my wife has a new and better job and the general stress of our life has toned down somewhat, though not completely. Mahogany is still nutty, and this is…

Just testing some HTML formatting. Nothing to see here. Move along. I thought I said move along. Don’t you listen? Do I got to go get my pepper spray? Okay, it’s actually a bottle of paprika and I just blow on open lid, but you get the idea. Now move along!

From my point of view, the key to a disabled child’s happiness is simply treating the child the same way you would treat any child. If you treat her like a bother, like a burden, it won’t matter how much YOU think she doesn’t understand, she’ll pick up on that. Any child will feel and…

Status of the UpdateYou can see my latest digital art and keep up with my other general nonsense on these networks with some regularity. I’m not on these as much, mostly because I can’t auto post to them. But I do update them occasionally.

I think I was pretty nice about it, considering I don’t do well with people first thing in the morning…or ever. If they try again tomorrow, I’ll be letting my wife handle it. She’s purchasing a baseball later today. For totally unrelated reasons, I assure you.

So the way I understand it, thanks to the internet, demand for these went up. So the SOLE builder of hangs pulled them from the distributors, closed his website and requires you to go to Switzerland to meet with him to have one built. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rXcdcDB2S8

Blessed are you who take time to listen to difficult speech,For you help us to know that if we persevere, we can be understood.Blessed are you who walk with us in public places, and ignore the stares of strangers,For in your companionship, we find havens of peace.Blessed are you who never bid us to “hurry…

You know, if by some conceivable stretch of the imagination at some point in my life I’m stuck in grocery store and there are hordes of blood-thirsty bugs/dinosaurs/zombies/gerbils/bunnies clawing at the doors who whose intentions will result in my untimely and grisly demise, I hope and pray that I’m trapped with people who have seen…

No, really. Who cares? You want Tomorrowland or Future World to be bright and optimistic, but you argue that the future, the real future, is kinda dim. Hopeless. Irrevocably spiraling into a chaotic vortex of doom. Okay, maybe your not the “Armageddon”, “2012”, “Howard the Duck” kind of hopeless cause, but even at your most…

I’ve always said, inevitably this would happen. That television and the internet would not be the separate entities they are today. They’re too much alike. And they’re becoming more and more similar all the time. For the last three years, I haven’t watched more than ten minutes of television at a time that wasn’t a…
