Mmmmm.. Caffeine.

I can admit it. I love caffeine. It is a vitamin, a nutrient, a friend, and the warm blankie of the adult world.

Now, some do-gooder is trying to tell me that this sweet mothers-milk is not the pure ambrosia that it purports itself to be? Blasphemy.

Actually, it's kinda cool to see how much of the stuff it would take to kill you. Especially since the dosages are not outside the realm of possibility.

Energy Fiend � Death by Caffeine

The Ultimate 80's Quiz!!!

Yes. I fell for the gimmick.

I wasted the last 10 minutes of my life answering 100 questions about the 80's.

I am so lame, and finally realize that I have wasted major portions of my precious life doing absolutely worthless things. And now it's your turn.

By the way. I got an 85.



The Ultimate 80's Quiz!!!

Back to the salt mine.

Vacation was wonderful. Sluggobaby likes to jump in the waves.

I've even survived my first foray back into work. Thanks to all of you who even noticed I was missing for a week. Oh, the joy of being loved.

Anyway, that's it for now. I just feel bad when I don't blog something at least once a week.

Dog days of summer?

OK. It's *really* hot out.

At least I'm on vacation, playing Mr. Mom, and sending the Mrs. to work every morning.

Ah, yes. The wonderful feeling of waking up with the Mrs.; helping her get ready for a day at work, and then going back to bed for 2 more hours.

I could really get used to this.

Happy Birthday to me

Well, well, well.

Here we are. Well, if I live until Thursday, I will have made it to the ripe old age of 34. (if anyone knows anything which could change my plans of living well past Thursday, please let me know. Thanks!)

It's amazing how little of the last 17 years I remember.
Some of that is pretty predictable. (4.5 years at a "Party" college can do that)

But the rest of it... It really is amazing how much you can forget ad how the days, weeks, months and years all start to meld together into one continuous haze.
Except, now there are no more 53 day drinking binges to blame it on.

Now that I really don't have the time to go drinking, I wonder if it is possible to get a hangover by simply going to work? Because it feels like it half the time.

Why wasn't I born rich instead of incredibly good looking. (That's sarcasm.)

Other than that bit of melancholy (which pops up every birthday past 30); Life is pretty damn good. Sluggobaby and Mrs. Sluggo are doing well, Construction projects on the Sluggo compound (Or should it be called the Slug-Cave, in a fine comic book tradition) are coming to successful closure.