The emails have been pouring in--
"I've been trapped in my basement on my computer hitting the "refresh" button on my computer non-stop for the past two weeks. I've got carpal tunnel now. Are you going to update your blog before my eyes atrophy and my ass fuses to my chair?"
--Said one relative
"I'm glad you haven't posted forever. Now my blog isn't the last place blog on the internet. Yours is. Eat my cyber dust."
--Said one of my daddy blogging arch-enemies
"I'm on meds now. Thanks. Thanks for ruining my Hanukkah. All you had to do was type a few words. Put up a picture or two of the EGB. But no. You couldn't even do that. You suck."
--Said our Rabbi
Back off people. We're not takin' it. There's been interstate traveling, violent illnesses, weather mishaps, weird hotel rooms, foiled new years eve plans, work/school deadlines, beers, leprechauns, penguins, foreign legionnaires, attacking snow, Russian spies, and potty training. That's just the beginning.
Bye 2009. It's 2010. The year of........I'm not sure yet, but I'll be sure to let you know when I find out. EGB has resolutions. Unfortunately, we'll have to save that for another day. I gotta go--EGB is hollering something. We're trying to wean her from her obsessed self-induced neurophysics studies. The all night textbook reading by nightlight was getting out of hand and affecting her performance on the slide. She's screaming out right now, "OPTIMAL CORRELATION CODES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I don't even know what that means, but this has got to stop.
So you can stop hitting "refresh" for a minute and gaze over some recent pics. Stay diaper fresh people. See ya on the moon.
A precursor of things to come........
Dang, Logan! Whatchu eat for breakfast?!? You swolled up and stopped this sled in its tracks. Push this thing G-Pa!
Man, this Big Sky thing is cool. Actually not cool. Cold. But I'm hot. Icy hot. See that fire? I started that with lasers that I shot out of my cheeks. Laser cheeks. It's my newest venture.
Where ma dawgs at? Oh snap. There you are--like a pack of wild Twinkies. Soft, fluffy, and dirty.
Ummm. This is a parade? Golden better get some better talent next year. Nap time please.
I'm not sure what's going on here. I'll have to blame the indiscretions of being high on milk. That's the only way to explain the hair, shoe, stirrup pant combo. I'm sorry to all my fans that expect a higher fashion standard from me. It won't happen again. Tiger, I feel your pain man.
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I appreciate the insight on my blog. I really do. I considered your points and thought only one solution would make more sense than your suggestion of the antiquated pen and paper (haha). The true issue for me is that the technology represents the disconnect in community. And rather than write you via letter, the real solution would be to get off our asses and sit around a fire pit, drink some beer, and tell our tales. Well, the beer is optional. But I think you get my point. I really do wonder what the person who used to put the letters up is doing now... maybe they are feeding the homeless... but I seriously doubt it... Peace out...
And we really missed seeing you at the holidays... and EGB of course. Keep pounding the trails and the paper. Love from here to there.
E and the Bs
I'd like to think that there is continuity in the the technological changes. The guy who used to pull out the ladder and put up the letters, now types the messages on his new "church board computer". Not only is he happier, he's safer and has more time to spend with his friends drinking that beer.
Missed ya too. We'll have to do the damn thing in 2010..
be well
db
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