One thousand, three hundred and sixty days ago we had Matthias, six hundred and fifty five days ago we had Jesse, and in thirty-five days we are due for number three. My life plans lie in tatters on that labour ward floor, cleaned up nearly four years ago.
And you know what… I don’t care.
This song perfectly encapsulates the feelings involved in having a child: regret, love, bills, vampirism. It made me cry.
Follow the link and then click on the song title to get the mp3.
You Ruined Everything – Jonathan Coulton
RodeoClown: wouldn’t change a thing.
I’m on the train to work and I just realised that a spider is spinning a web between my head and my bag.
Does that mean I sit too still?
Can anyone provide a great pun for me? I’ve got nothing.
RodoClown: it was a little spider.
Matty is not fond of scissors, and by extension, hairdressers. So I am his personal stylist.
And sometimes I get to have some fun.
He no longer sports the ‘hawk – he’s been shaved back to a ’1′.
But it was fun while it lasted.
RodeoClown: barber extraordinaire.
Anything else you see today can’t touch this. MC Hammer blog.
RodeoClown: happy pants.
As of right now, I am the first result in a search for Ian Tyrrell, huzzah!
Finally I have overtaken Prof. Ian Tyrrell at UNSW, who may or may not be the author of a series of historical books, and who seems to dominate the rest of the result page.
Of course, google is pretty fickle, so I may only rule the results of my ego-search for a few moments, but I will remember this moment for
the rest of my life at least a day or so.
RodeoClown: enjoying it while it lasts [for some value of 'it'].