Second Annual

Well, it's been two years now, or at least, almost two years. Next week will be the second anniverasry of this godforsaken shit-stack of a blog.

Ya, fine, I'll hand out sone meaningless tokens of validation to the 2 or 3 morons that waste their time with me each day. I mean, obviously, Dr. Brian will get some recognition for being the jack-ass-in-chief, and Carl with get props for being a pampas fop. The rest of yo will get moinor nods in varying degrees, but really, propbably more than you collectively deserve.

I don't really plan to put much time into it.

I may just hand out a prze to myself for blogger of the year and say "fuck it all" to the rest.

Look, yesterday, the missus and I sind documents that effectively paid off two mortgage-sized student loan debts, and we celebrated tonight with Fred and Oosje by drinking something like two-dozen gallons of champagne tonight. And no, it didn't come from Champagne, France, so it was just some fizzy bubbly. So, fuckoff. It was, however, well fermented, and now, I'm feeling a bit surly.

Also, in th last two days I have doen a bit of filing, and in the process have read and reviewed every photograph and document that we have in our filing boxes.

This is what I've come to realize.

Tom and Brian used to have more hair.

I used to be less fat

Carl has looked the same for the last 12 years

I was lucky to get into, much less out of, law school

My wife has had a lot of different hairstyles

I have had the same doodling/cartoonstyle for about two decades

I have also had the very same writing style for nearly as long

I actually started blogging in much the same way back in 1994, and not much has changed since.

I was lazy in college

I'm going to go smoke a cigar. If you haven't filled out the poll down and to the right, go do it. If your name is Mitch, I found photos today of the festival of meat. If your nameis Carl, I found photos today of your oldest about hte same age as my current. If you are Evelyn, I found a pictureof you standing in front of a large boat. Hoewever, most importantly, if you are an ex girlfriend of mine, I very likely came accross a photo of you or your sister in your bra. Sorry, but thanks!

I'm tired. I shouldn't have drank. fuck.