Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids.
Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy.
Enjoy!
The waterpark was fun today. The two oldest didn't want to go, so we took along Junie's friend Alyssa, and our niece Caitlin. Slides, a lazy river, and a whirlpool that did my hip a world of good.
Last night, inside a gas station on 13th St, a guy walked up to me, showed me a bag of weed, and offered to sell it to me for $10. A good deal, judging by the bag and color, but I said no. The state Bar would probably frown on it if I'd agreed. Still, I remain very proud that I retain enough hood to be approached so easily.
In the wake of ESPN and the NFL turning into Anti-American propaganda sources, I've dropped ESPN from my cable package and I'll not be renewing NFL Sunday Ticket. I'd boycott the b@stards completely but Socialist is so enamored with his fantasy football league that I'm obliged to participate (I did try and find a substitute but no luck). Between you and me, if both entities went belly up my only sympathy would be for the people of Green Bay.
The first day of classes is done. One of my classes is internet law, where I spent 75 minutes listening to twenty-somethings bemoan the pre-internet age, as if civilization and relationships began with the web. My ears nearly bled.