I’m currently trying to write something for a work function. The words just ain’t a coming. I’m staring at the notes I have and I stare at the computer screen thinking, “Can’t these damn notes just jump on the screen?” That technology doesn’t exist yet.

But I’m working on it. You can bet your sweet bippee. What the hell is a bippee?

So, why haven’t I been adding anything to this wonderful free website I’ve set up for my amusement (and dissemination of my lunatic ramblings)? Well, I’ve been busy. Working my butt off for ‘da man.

Life at home is fantastic. Wife and daughter are fantastic. Better than fantastic.

Hell, next month I get to watch a child begin its journey towards knowledge. Tasting, seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling. All of that will be a new experience. Hell, the kid doesn’t even know what his feet look like. Life is an enormous discovery. Imagine if you suddenly discovered you could feel music. Every day in a baby’s life is like that.

Anyhow, I’ll go back to my proposal. The words still won’t come. Ugh.

I think I’ll go get more Biscotti and throw it at people as they walk by. Biscotti is dangerous. Right? What the hell is Biscotti anyway? It tastes like petrified cake. Which, if you think of it, explains why they expect you to dip it in coffee. To kill the mold.

Of course they are much like those cookies you give babies when they are teething. Maybe I’m teething, which would explain why I’m so cranky.

Don’t believe me? *$#* you then.