Lazy Boy

I'm too fat and lazy to do anything productive today. So I've mostly been reading blogs and the like, making sure I'm up to date and checking out some of the blogs of people who've emailed me or commented.

There's not a lot to say about Port that you would find interesting. I went to the beach and got fucking roasted. I'm still sore and bitching about it. Manny's getting a phone at his new place so I might actually get to talk to him regular like. Hopefully this will result in more comics being written or at the very least the deciphering of some obscure and archaic notes.

I got drunk with Manny and a couple of his in-laws including his father in-law, Winger, who is a fairly intimidating guy. I'm by no means a professional drinker and I act more than a little retarded while drunk. I remember telling Manny I was wearing my "dancing legs" at least twice. Winger told me if I embaressed myself things would be ok, but if I embaressed him I'd be walking home. I drank some bourbon (which I usually don't like) and some rum (again not something I normally imbibe) and some vodka (still my sweet baby) and smoked a cigar or two without chucking my guts so I guess that's something to be thankful for. I think Winger was a little dissapointed when Manny and I were happy to go home and play some Halo instead of continuing the drunken tour de force. (I don't even know if what i just said is in any way legitimate phrasing but then I always wanted to be a pioneer)

I held the baby and thought "This is nice... I can't wait till he's talking so I can teach him cuss words." My opinion of babies is much like my mothers opinions of pets: they're great as long as they're someone elses responsibility. I prefer children or at the very least toddlers because after a year or two in the world they've usually developed something of a personality and it's easier to interact with something if it has the capacity to like you. I've been warned a few times to refer to the baby as 'he' and not 'it'. Babies are apparently someones not somethings. It's just that someones have personalities and newborn babies do not. They are squirming mess-bags with a noisy scream-hole attached. But the bub is cute all the same and I'm sure he'll a great someone someday.

I'm currently reading Magician by Raymond E. Feist. I've read it before but never read any of Feists other books so I'm just refreshing my memory before I have a crack at Silverthorn really. I'm gonna get back to it right now actually.