Update your Blog, Foo!

Well, at the request of one of my fans (representing 50% of my fanbase), i have decided to update the Howler Monkey.

Today was a sad day, as everyone in St. Louis collectively sobered up from the excitement of a Post-Season World. I'm proud of all our boys, and I thank them for playing their hearts out for their fans.

Life in the 'Dyce.

Well, I am officially moved in to my place in Richville. I feel like a stranger in a strange land. Maybe it's the fact that I'm just a simple middle class kind of guy. Or maybe it's the fact that my place feels like the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Either way, I'm not fully adjusted yet.

I can't think of much else to update. Still workin' like it was my job, which it is. Hopefully, I'll get my place wired for "the net", and I won't have to be Amish anymore.

More to come. Whoop!

Like The Phoenix from the Ashes....

Woo-hoo! I am back folks. After a completely involuntary hiatus, I have returned to this thing called the "inter-net" for another go at it.

I am so far behind, I almost don't know where to start. How about some well-wishings?

Congrats to Jamie on surviving your 21st birthday. I know you don't read this blog, but perhaps someone you know will see it and tell you about it.

Congratulations to G and Suze on their news of a miniature g or suze that is on the way. I have no idea what babies eat.

Congrats to Wally on your new fiancee. I can't believe you're not getting married in these United States. I mean, are you THAT embarrassed by your friends? We've gotten better, and the only people who would say otherwise is anyone who read that police report.

And I am proud to say that I know for a fact that someone reads this blog! Hoooooray! So many thanks to this new "fan".

From the news desk:

My good friend from work has taken employment elsewhere. So not only do I not have anyone to bug at work anymore, but the number of folks in "the single club" at work is down to 3. Bummer.

My folks are all settled in at their new digs in Richville. Ah, Richville, where people burn their clothes after they've worn them, and they donate dollar bills to charity when they get wrinkled or improperly creased.

My sister is alive and well. In your face, Rita.

I have not been able to stop smiling for the past day or two. Maybe I'm not getting enough riboflavin.

OK, that's about all I can think of right now. Be well, everyone.

And a message to Crazy Cat Lady: STOP FEEDING YOUR CATS IN FRONT OF MY BUILDING! GEEZ! Thank you.

Whoop!