An actual post with words and stuff
The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated. Well, at least somewhat exaggerated.
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.
Mystery. Intrigue. Suspense. Who knew all this would be waiting for you on a Thursday morning?
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