Little Johnny
I swear this is not THE BOY. Promise. Really. But I’d be damned proud of him if it was.
Sphere: Related ContentI swear this is not THE BOY. Promise. Really. But I’d be damned proud of him if it was.
Sphere: Related ContentIt’s Friday. I’m at the office. THE WOMAN is out of town. FDSM is home sick. My thesis paper is a week behind schedule. Do really think I’ve got time for this blogging shit?
But I know how heart broken all three of you will be if’n I don’t give you my thoughts for the day. And God forbid I let you down.
Now go forth and piss off your cube mates.
Sphere: Related ContentThe Simpson’s Movie dominated this weekend. I almost went to see when I was in Detroit Saturday morning, long story - details later. Maybe. Instead I held off until I got home so I could take THE BOY. Trust me, he was not the only kid in the theater under 13. I doubt he got most of the jokes, but he did laugh his ass off a number of times, and spit out a lot of lines verbatim at dinner for his mother. She was proud. NOT.
The picture was taken at the MEGA-MEGA plex in Detroit.
Sphere: Related ContentIn recent weeks I’ve decided that THE BOY needs to learn the manly art of playing chess. The local Toys’r'Us had a couple of sets to choose from, including one that I had never seen before. It actually did help him keep the moves that different pieces make straight in his head. Bobby Fisher would have been proud.
Sphere: Related ContentWelcome back my friends to the show that never ends, come inside, come inside. Or something like that.
Here in the ABOUT section of the blog I’m supposed to tell the reader who I am and what it is that makes me tick. Blog Law #12 states that I should share with the readers my motivation for writing, a few facts about my life, and even some notes about my job/family/hobbies/political views or interests. This is the section that allows my readers to develop closeness with me. To link our thoughts and form a deep and lasting bond.
Yeah, right.
I’m the last guy on Earth that’s going to join hands around a campfire and sing Kum Ba Yah. All that ABOUT crap is for the whiney ass bitches that don’t get enough love and attention from their so-called friends out in reality. If they even have any or know where reality is.
Want to know something about the little man behind the curtain writing this blog? Then ask me. I’m not hard to find. Otherwise, kick back and enjoy my take on life.