The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated. Well, at least somewhat exaggerated.
Tucked away in a south Austin neighborhood is a backyard with a 50 ft. tower of, well, just about everything.
Guess who’s back? No, not Ralph Macchio. Me!
I got a lot of problems with you people! And now, you’re gonna hear about it. You, Kruger. My son tells me your company stinks! You couldn’t smooth a silk sheet if you had a hot date with a babe…I lost my train of thought.”
Sorry about the lack of blogular activity. You can blame the usual suspects: kids, work, sleep, sickness, New Coke, evil Spock, grunge music, Manuel Noriega, etc…
When one has a blog that sits around neglected for weeks at a time, there’s only one thing to do. That’s right. Start another blog.