A Programming Note

I have decided I am going to post as frequently as I feel, considering this is by no means a diary-type blogge. (I think we should adopt this spelling instead of "blog" because it looks fancier, like "shoppe.") So as long as I can come up with stupid jokes and/or until I exhaust every crappy internets meme out there, I will put stuff up here randomly. In other words, I am commandeering my own blogge (see? it's so hip the kids will be spelling that way in no time!) and overrunning it with stuff that entertains me despite the fact that I originally wanted this to be a way to communicate with family and friends as well as being something Futurekid could look back on, assuming the interwebs still exist then. How charitable of me! Watch as I post something stupid that makes me laugh:




I still hope that Ariane posts some in the near future. She's the one that really knows what's going on with this whole "pregnancy" thing, and really the one that people are going to be concerned for. After all, whenever my mom calls, it's always "How is your pregnant wife feeling?" What about me? It takes a lot out of a guy to hear his wife throwing up from the bathroom, sometimes even with the door open. I have to make sacrifices to listen to that. Doesn't she know the Independence Bowl is on!? It's not every day you get to watch Louisiana Tech take on Northern Illinois in Shreveport, Louisiana.

I would recommend that this page be instabookmarked in your browser, or that you subscribe or whatever. You wouldn't want to miss out on any nuggets of wisdom that I'll be dropping like they were babies... I mean dimes (Note to self: do not drop babies). After all, these are the ramblings of a well known author.