This post is about me. And me, and me, and me.
Well, sort of.
Let’s look at what’s been going on. Well, on the home front, Andy continued to excel (DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE) at his undisclosed technical writing job and in managing a messy home, a pregnant wife and an absolutely fucking mad three-year-old daughter. Meanwhile Hatboy … well, Hatboy you know and have been following along with. Hatboy waffled about a whole mess of crap.
On the wackier side of things, back on the K–Pg boundary, Glenn finally made landfall and reviewed his mission statements:
Remaining in the Twitterverse, Edpool had a lazy week but was also able to get a bit of cleaning up done around the place (amazing what can still scrape itself off your body even when you’re wearing spandex):
And then of course we cross over to Chucky Hindle, for a healthy serving of utter, utter random (topped with a sprinkling of vagina jokes):
Sometimes I wonder if I should get a life. Then I laugh and make up another one.