Thursday, April 22, 2010

back to it

Two months without a post was a little too long. I apologize to all my regular visitors. A big thanks to Ruxshire Drive for lighting the fire.

I'm feeling accomplished. Not for any particular reason except I've spent the last 4 hours of my pathetic life trying to get my new phone (bought last month) connected to our new laptop (bought today) via bluetooth. Finally, I did it. As I write this I am streaming music from my phone to the laptop and rocking hard to the likes of Miley Cyrus, ABBA and 2LiveCrew. Yeah, it's a party up here in zip 18073 and the Miller Lites are flowin' like shock and awe day at Niagara Falls. Useless, but I accomplished my task. I wasn't going to let this get the best of me. The kicker is, I don't know how I finally got it done because I swear, the final successful key stroke is the same one I tried approximately 357 times before it.

A big thanks to my anonymous informant down in Texas for confirming the much celebrated, even more so anticipated, demise of the darkest place on earth: Texas Stadium. I am crying right now. Not out of sadness, but rather, complete euphoria. The hatred ran deep in my veins for that place. Texas Stadium, home of the Cowboys, was a notorious place. Pure evil it was. George Lucas got the idea for Darth Vader there. Ricky Martin was livin' la vida loca in Troy Aikman's gerbil tunnel there. Napolean, Hitler and Genghis Khan were all born on the star on the 50 yard line. A big congratulations go out to all citizens of Texas as the state might seem a little a little cooler now without that gaping hole to hell blowing fire and brimstone into Earth's atmosphere influencing guys 5' 7" and under with goatees and big belt buckles to attach allegiance to that pile of shit known in Philly as the Dallas Cowgirls. I wish I had a picture of the rubble.

I can barely type right now. The last paragraph took a lot out of me. Evan can count to 12 (but misses 4 and 10) and knows his shapes and colors. Plus, he's a major kiss-ass. Eric, well he's just the man. A regular chop off the 'ol block.

Peace.