Making me wistful for the good old days
And they were only five years ago.
Time-lapse of a 9-month-old at play
Yuck.
Yep. Pretty ugly and bare bones, huh?
Welp, technical difficulties have necessitated that I switch this here blog platform from Movable Type to WordPress, so it’ll be a little rocky here for a while, as I was unprepared for this drastic turn of events.
Some day, I hope to offer my extensive archive of old entries, but that’s kind of low on the list right now.
I ain’t dead yet…
Just got some flies buzzin’ ’round my head.
We’ll be fixin’ this up right pronto.
I Am Forty-Two.
Douglas Adams suggested that this is the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
Barack Obama is 44 (and 47), which gives me hope that this will, unexpectedly, be a relatively happy birthday.
Sometimes I forget
just how much I love the Godfather.
Turning That Frown Upside Down
Well, not really, but the iPod is doing its best to lighten my mood today:
Mr. Wilson – John Cale
Run To The Top – Love
Everything – The Shazam
In Transit – Albert Hammond Jr.
Mary Jane – Pete Townshend
Eternal Ice – Yung Wu
Loretta’s Scars – Pavement
Route – Son Volt
Revelation – Jason Falkner
KLTX – Thinking Fellers Union 282
Beautiful Butterfly – Boudewijn De Groot
Little Friend – P.J. Proby
Double Or Nothing – The “5″ Royales
The Second Line – Clinic
Things you often hear in prison
Rejected by McSweeney’s:
When I get out, that/those _____* is/are dead! (*bitch/es, fucker/s, son-of-a-bitch/es, dog/s, etc.)
I didn’t do it.
I was a fool to trust him/her/them/that dog/etc.
I’m innocent.
If I did it….
Yo no lo hacen.
And I would have gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for those meddling kids and their darned/cursing/dadblamed/motherfucking/etc. dog!