Gipped.

Someone sent me a link to THIS. Please give it a read; I promise it's worth it and the rest of my post will make a tiny bit more sense if you do.

I read that and of course I cried a little, because I'm a softie and the story is just brilliant. But then it made me angry. It made me angry because I feel like I was cheated. Why didn't MY dad love being my dad? MY dad told me I was worthless (his favorite way to say it was "You're worthless as tits on a boar mule!") and stupid and commanded me to change the channel on the TV for him and then go away ("Go play in traffic!")

Why am I posting this? I'm posting this as a bit of a regret, a bit of a request. The regret comes because I've long ago decided that I don't want to have any children of my own, so I'm unable to attempt to right those wrongs. The request comes from me and goes to those of you who do have children; for fuck's sake, PLEASE love being their dad or their mom. Love that job like you love nothing else.

Also!

I need to give photo credit for a pic I used in the little banner up top; the pic of me attempting to drink a giant bottle of Corona was taken by the most excellent photog and friend, Heather Shannon. I hope she doesn't mind me using it here.

News! A Post! A new blog!

Since I'm a crappy blogger nowadays, I've decided to team up with the lovely and talented Regina (my better half) to write a blog documenting our travels.

We call it To High Places Via Narrow Roads, and we'll be posting there starting tonight.

We're leaving on a monumental two week road trip starting tomorrow, so if you'd like to see some of the things we're up to, that's the spot to check in.