Ugh ...

... it has been oh, so long that I typed on here. Heh. Doubt anyone reads this aside from the missus anyway, mais alors ...

Kid's still fine, growing like a champ, kicking up a storm and his mother. Had a few new pictures added to the by now extensive (holy-crap-this-kid-isgoing-to-be-a-runway-model-fo-sho) collection. Most photographed baby since royalty. But as it stands, all is well. 26 weeks and counting.

In other news: Ronnie James Dio passed away and we are saddend by this. Let's face it: his Dream Evil album managed to be a huge part of the soundtrack of my youth and for good reason since it's still excellent after all these years. Ditto Holy Diver and Last In Line, naturellement. Big voice, nice guy, will be missed.

And in contrast, the universe, in a fit of blind mis-comprehension, manages to keep alive that burned-out husk of a junky and TV polluter Ozzy Osbourne eventhough this man did so many legal and illegal substances he's practicaly a shambling toxic cloud. I have the sneaking suspicion that he's only kept alive through the puppet act his wife is performing with his remains. You figure out where the hand goes, aright?

I don't like troeteljunkies.

Helped a friend move out of his apartment.

Trained a little.

Played some WoW.

Made a Christmas pudding. Not plumb pudding.

Cute bloggy: http://graffoto1.blogspot.com/

... yeah.

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