Huw on Monday lamented the fact that no one has ever dedicated anything to him, like a book. I can relate. I have always wanted to be mentioned in CD liner notes.
I have several friends who have been in bands over the years and there's always a twinge of rejection when I search through the liner notes for my name. My best friend Eric is wearing my shoes in the picture they took of him for the liner notes of this CD. But is there anything in there about me? A simple, "Thanks for the footwear, Chris?"
No. Nothing. Not a damn thing. We'll see how many more pairs of used Doc Martens that sort of gratitude will earn you, Johnson!
There's a chance, I suppose, that at some point in the future I will be a published author, but I'm afraid I won't dedicate any of my books to Huw. I can say this with confidence as a result of a conversation I had with my wife a few months ago. I mentioned that in one book, I would like to use that little dedication section to apologize to Talisyn Flagg, whom I dumped just days before we were supposed to go to senior prom -- it sticks in my conscience as one of the more evil things I've done in my life. My wife responded to this idea by pointedly waving some bloke's book in my face.
"I like this author because he has dedicated all his books to his wife," she said.
Right. Message received.
Here's a random picture of me at the headquarters of my benevolent employer. They took it so that people who don't work in our suburban office Valhalla can get to know me. Lucky them. Unfortunately, I am not nearly as cool-looking as this fellow who is wanted in Kansas City for beating up his probation officer.
Welsh-language blogger Dafydd has put together another track using clips from the audio posts on my Welsh-language blog. This track is more amusing than the other one, I think -- especially when it stops for me to say, "Yeah. Tipyn o country. Woo!"
Andraste had this link several days ago, but it still makes me giggle: BabyCage.net.
"State Farm said customers in Pennsylvania made 18,000 claims for deer crashes last year." The hell?
The city of Baltimore is paying someone $500,000 to help them think of ways to improve their image. Here's one for free: Stop being such a shit city.
When life resembles a country song: "Attackers knocked the man to the ground, pulled off his boots, and used them to severely beat the man in the face."