Sarah Palin endorses Donald Trump. In other news, Peyton Manning wants the Broncos to win the Super Bowl.
Sarah Palin blames her son's PTSD and alleged wife-beating on Obama. So the "Thanks, Obama!" meme has now become so hopelessly self-referential that irony has become a quantum singularity where all snarkiness falls in on itself in a Moebeus strip of reality versus fiction.
I've restarted my current novel, Caretaker so many times now I feel like Peter Coyote in "Shadowplay."
EDGE edges closer to publication of Beltrunner.
I love my wife. I actually had trouble sleeping last night because I was thinking of her so much while she slept next to me.
Doing weight lifting with my son is a great "manly" experience. We generally don't do a ton of traditionally "manly" things like hunting or dirt bike riding or building engines, so going to the gym to pump some iron is refreshing.
My daughter is getting pretty damn good at artwork, even if it is that bizarre anime style. I gave her a "commission" to draw some of my characters. I'll show them to my writing partner, see what she thinks.
Evidently if a family buys a crock pot, every goddam meal must come out of it for days on end.
If you don't add enough water to your morning oatmeal, you gain the advantage of having it be easy to eat in the car because it has the consistency of spackling paste. Which is also a disadvantage.
Rewatching "A Bit of Fry and Laurie" is wonderful. Those two were hilarious.
My students--both the 9th and 11th graders--are really good young men and women. I really am blessed to be able to interact with them each day, and to do so while discussing Romeo and Juliet and The Great Gatsby. I mean, how does it get better than that?
I have over $30 in Starbucks gift cards, even AFTER my wife stole $8 from me in a brazen and illegal act of Starbucks terrorism. International sanctions have been enacted against her and she has been declared a rogue nation. But I still "do business" with her.
--Be seeing you!