Thursday, August 12, 2010

What Are All These Cobwebs Doing Here?

My grave will probably read: 'He got really good at putting together modular furniture.' Which is probably better than the more accurate 'He never did update the Slog again after that random 8/12 entry.'My life is a seemingly endless stream of corrogated cardboard, Allen wrenches, and items damaged in shipping.

Wait. That probably needs some backstory:

Ever since the move, Ali and I--

Wait. That probably needs some backstory:

While we were on our Honeymoon, my wife and I decided that we needed to--

Wait. That probably needs some backstory:

So, Ali and I finally got married, and, thanks to the transplant, her father was able to dance with her--

Man, how freaking long has it been since I've updated this blog?

Okay. At any rate, I've decided to try to revive this moribund franchise. I'm also VERY GRADUALLY moving all of the things I've written for other blogs (except, of course, the 400-odd entries in Hitler Getting Punched) over here. They'll be put up by the date written, so if for some reason you accidently ended up here and give a damn, keep checking the archives. And if you do give a damn, feel free to tell me why.

Well, anyway, I've got to actually start doing my job today (that hasn't really changed, though). But I thought I'd put it out there that I might start actually Slogging again. Maybe, just maybe, I'll finish that whole Dark Underbelly of the 80s thing...1

Oh, and the Slog's Album of the year last year was Assjack. By Assjack. In case you've been waiting patiently since last September...



  1. Probably not.2
  2. Man, I can't believe I remember how to code the footnotes.

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