Hello!

Hello Snackers.

Work (day job), work (side job), professional presentations, dying computers, and baby prep are conspiring against me and regular posting. I hope all of you are doing well. Congrats to Elise and Chad -- that's great news. Welcome to the world, Eleanor! Alex, keep us posted on your final decision regarding grad school. Christopher, keep on being Christopher.

On our baby front, Pam and I may have a clear front-runner in the name game...and yes, it's Banana Fohfanna.

Take that punk-ass gangsta wannabees. Two gangster posers were walking through the neighborhood today with their pitbull. Christ, these guys could have been in a b-movie they were so stereotypical, except nobody looks tough in a Twins hat and an Elway jersey. I step outside with Baxter(Rott/Chow/Lab mix). She grunts and lets out one bark and the pitbull dropped its rear and hustled away with Vanilla Ice and Snow right behind. Get the fuck out of here with that weak ass shit.

To top it off, my latest bus ride, and you know I love the bus. There’s a blind guy who rides the 4. He’s a smooth dude. When he’s waiting for the bus, he’s smoking a corn cob pipe and nothing fazes him. He never sits up front in the handicap seats. This trip, he gets on the bus and heads towards the back and a woman tells him “there’s a seat right up front.” He nods, indicating he’s fine and continues to the back. She repeats herself and ups the volume. The blind guy, for the entire bus to hear says, “listen, my hearing’s fine, but my eyes are for shit” and then took a seat in the back of bus. The bus is now my $2.00 performance art session that happens to transport me back and forth.

Later Snackers.