Fire it Up
by Dr. Pants on Dec.16, 2005, under Life and the Universe
I actually feel guilty that I don’t post like the old days. In fact, I feel bad I haven’t even posted back the last two years of almost daily posts. I also feel bad that I don’t visit my old haunts like I used to. I used to visit some people everyday. I used to read some fantastic entries. But then I think…
I am in this new country(still). It still has so many surprises for me. Plus, when I started Discopants and Haircuts natalie was 5? months old.. I began to have more time. Right now the time I have is fine. It’s the length of time that is a problem.
You see, with these little children, it is so hard to get an hours worth of straight, good, alone time.
Excuses aside, I sat down to write tonight and had little idea about what I was going to post. I suppose that is why I decided to start writing online in the firt place… To articulate my thoughts.
December 16th, 2005 on 11:52 pm
Well, I must admit that we do miss your smiling face. However, I also know that parenthood does weird things to one’s priorities, and it can also cause such side effects as short-term amnesia or absent-mindedness. These are especially to be forgiven during the sleep-deprived first six months after a new arrival.
December 17th, 2005 on 1:31 am
Wait till you start getting “senior moments” before even getting old. That’s just another one of the joys of having children.
By the way, the title bar is great except for the white text. Lose it and everything will be perfect.
December 17th, 2005 on 11:35 am
Hey, pantalooney, long time no homeland security.
I wrote you an e-mail a few weeks ago commenting on how ugly the blogspot site was looking and all the mac.com links were dead and I was still under surveillance and being blocked by Google and spammed by the fashion knock-off watchers.
And when that e-mailed bounced, I figured they had killed you, and I moved on, visiting the virtual wall for Vietnam losers and rewatching the entire season of Over There, which is not renewed for next year.
Nobody lasts forever and soon enough you can run out of organs to donate. I’ve given my fingerprints to Abdul Wowie Zowie Zarqawi, and my soul fetched a whopping $120 USD plus shipping on eBay. I’ve been selling chunks of my liver for stem cell research, and Jamie Foxx has dibs on my lips.I have about 150 pounds of liver left, if anyone’s interested. I suspect the French are using it as faux foie gras.
So today, I find a comment by you on EELUS, and I can only assume you have arisen again from the dead, like so many of us to on the trail of beers and depthcharges, or you are trying to keep me from being concerned about The First Idiot’s no apologies approach to domestic espionage. I saw a picture of my bunghole on America’s Least Wanted last week.
An interesting anecdote in light of last week’s personal milestone: I went in to the occupational health office because my chair is falling apart and I can’t figure out the procedure to get a a replacement. If I told you the multinational corporation currently employing me I’d have to kill myself.
At any rate, the not so big nurse gave me a bunch of exercises to do while we continue the three-month search for a chair that doesn’t turn me into an angry gay islamic zombie by midday, and she said: “If you start these exercises today, it will help stave off the inevitable stiffness you will feel when you hit fifty.”
Ah, to hit fifty, even sixty again!
I’ll fix the link on my blogroll now that I know where you are. I’m wishing for a tanker of pure grain alcohol and another of absinthe for Christmas. Just saying.
I’d send my love, but I misplaced it in the 1953. If you find it, it’s yours. The world needs more misplaced love.
Osama bin bored, a rambling man, trying to fuck the living and doing the best he can.