Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

"If they were cutting off their hands and putting hooks in their place, then I'd understand."
(My father's idea of manly body modification.)

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I was gently reminded, while knocking around the dubious place of my birth, that my blogging habits had, as we say in the trade, died in the arse. I had a bit of a whine in response about how my life was boring these days, and most of the clever/witty/thought-provoking things that occurred were authored by Anthony, and since I egotistically have my website set as our browser homepage, every time he opened Firefox he'd see me reporting all his lunacy to the world. (Hi Anthony!)

Yeah, I dunno, we'll see.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Or steering wheels.

12:06 PM  

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