Aa testament to the bizarre damaged workings of my mind and the various neurotic forces at work within my persona that guide me to obsess over the tiny minute of parenting.

Parent’s complain, a lot. If you listen to them it’s like they are constantly bitching about their child(ren) or how difficult their life is. I theorize we, as parents, complain because the good things about parenthood are so minor in their details. Because, actually, something’s always good. Every single moment is what makes it worth it. In January my wife and I switched roles.

Pushing the publish button on this one scares the shit out of me. I'm not really ready to recap this piece and try to explain it in a shortened form, which is a shame because this is the place where a short description of the article proper should appear. It's dark, it's scary and if upon reading it you find you relate to it (even though you would have written different sentences) remember that you are the one in charge, not the homunculus.

My father-in-law, Ken Melnichuk, passed away this last weekend; he was sixty four.

Pictures from my scary car accident. The bridge I hit, and the sizable dent I put in my truck's passenger side nose.

Exactly like the title says, there is a piece of his desk lodged, long term, in my hand. Also I badly injured my ankle and things get a bit metaphysical and mixed metaphory as I'm reminded that I'm getting a bit old, as we all are. I feel like a bullet shot from a gun

my son, apparently, likes cats

My first child, Nathan, was born recently. There's some lovely pictures, some video clips of us in hospital & home, and a meandering tale about how bringing Nathan into the world wasn't the easiest thing for any of us. Let the interesting times officially begin.

My new child was born yesterday. Here are some pictures.

In this installment: Things go well for me financially, Vlad and Cliff are nice guys, and I kill a moose.

My 1978 Chevy power-to-the-max offroading adventurous little go-machine was a camperized wonder of the "how didn't it break down" kind. And with Betty as my trusty rusty sidekick did I engage in many many fine adventures. Including time travel.

Once upon a time, I was suicidal. At a time when there was nothing else worth living for, I started watching Deep Space Nine. I am so glad I did.

I'd bet a dollar per donut that all my regular readers already know I got a new job. A while ago. It's old news, really. But I suppose, given that I announced my desire on this blog, some kind of online conclusion is only fitting. So, I've got a new job. The codebase is very [...]

This is so me. I'll wager most who know me well could recognize the similarities. What a conversation crutch my favorite TV Shows are. But.. I don't follow sports, lately religion isn't the endless fascination it once was, I hate celebrity gossip, feel personal gossip is best kept personal, and, well... I don't know what [...]

So I'm composing a post in my head.. vauge.. regarding some shit I've been living lately. Then I realize I'm repeating myself. Already said what needed saying, circa 2001-06-06. So. Blast from the past (shout out to Projects for any readers of my last site). A thinner skin Of late, I have been more open; [...]