Remember that game we used to play as kids? Step on a crack, Break your mothers back. Fucking lying cracks! I will never forgive you.
I am beginning to see "Should I be worried", is my mating call. Like a duck quack or something. I hear it so much from women.
I keep getting urges to buy a motorcycle. As my friend Mark put it "Dude you are blind and have no balance, that is a bad move!!!!".
"The Librarian" asked me "What is your essence". She was drunk. Forgive her. At first I really did not have an answer. After spending ten years married and pulling into yourself you really get away from who you are. I finally settled on "A Programmer". Although this is a little vague I think it might fit. She scoffed at this of course. "That is a job not an essence". However for me it might be. I have been hacking and programming since I was 13 years old. I see it as far more an art form than a science or a job. Fuck I was even weaned by an incubator. So it is only natural that I relate far more to the mechanical than the water bags. So perhaps that is indeed my essence at least at this point of my life.
Anyone have any nice book tracking apps? Possibly something that would come up with suggestions for friends to read and easily let you enter your collections. Just wondering. In my senile old age I keep forgetting what I have read and it gets worse when they change the cover art all the time. Jerks.
This weekend I am planning on breaking out the roller blades for the first time in years. Injury report to follow. Have fun and keep safe.