Both are babies. Kitten is ~4mo and is ? Who knows. Sweet as is shit and her brother is a single orange brain cell sweet heart. The pup is about a year. 50% purebred lab. Other 50% is mostly pitty. She’s pure precious though, especially with the kittens.

For the brief period when I was a manger, I tried to make interviews more work-related. I was told I couldn’t ask for a writing sample during the interview for a job that required writing clear, concise communications under pressure. This is one of many reasons why I am voluntarily no long supervisory in my field.

Retail. The horror stories my better half tells will make your skin crawl.

Not my intention in the slightest. I’m generally a mind my own business dude, and supportive of people doing whatever they want with their stuff. This thing though happens to be aimed in my general direction, which also isn’t a problem, but I don’t like not knowing what the heck it is.

So, I am happy to at least give you my story. I’m an old school metal head. I’ve been to a lot of rock shows. A lot. So when I started having ringing in my right ear I was just kind of like…no shit, don’t color me shocked. It wasn’t extreme, but it was there and it was annoying and it was weird. Almost sometimes like an old timey radio between channels. Anyways, I ignored it forever as part of my own bad life choices. But I have this other annoying thing called a wife, and we are blessed with decent health care so I eventually went to the doc. He looked in there and said he didn’t see shit. But out of abundance of caution he sent me to a fancy ENT. Took a month to get an appointment, and he didn’t see shit either, but out of another abundance of caution he sent me for a noodle MRI. Got a call from his office the next day that I needed to come in as soon as possible. That’s when you know you’re fucked. So anyways, my tinnitus was caused by a tumor wrapped around my auditory nerve. This was caused by a super rare genetic disease called neurofibromas type 2. So basically I am a mutie whose super power is to grow tumors on my cranial nerves. Sweet. There is nothing w cure. Treatment is currently radiation or surgery. I’ve had one surgery which took that tumor but also my hearing on that side. I have another surgery next month for a tumor in my fucking face, which grew off the nerve that runs through there. I can actually feel that fucker with my figer, and if I mess with it my ear goes numb. So long story short kids. 1) wear hearing protection at shows 2) get weird medical shit checked out. If you’d like to learn more about neurofibromatosis please visit www.ctf.org

Finally going to a doctor to get my tinnitus checked out. Long story short, it’s fucking brain tumors. Remember kids, don’t ignore health shit.

The Commodore Amiga in its prime was one of the coolest times to be a teenaged gamer. Though NES was a hell of a thing at its time too.

There is no freedom like the freedom of pantless pooping.

LOL! Like surprise motherfucker, how the turntables!

And what the hell. Bonus of Gamora’s twin sister Nebula. We used to have different colored collars on them to tell them apart, which of course they fucking hated. But I guess(?) fortunately Nebula got chonky and there’s no mistaking them now.

According to me, who cares. According to my wife though, buy a fucking headboard! :D

We got a set of these for our puppy, and she picked up on them pretty quick. We've got walk, food, play, and outside. It's not perfect though. Like she's supposed to hit the walk button when she needs to go potty, but occasionally instead she'll take a shit on the floor and then hit the button. "Look dad I pooped on the floor so we can go outside now!" And I feel like a play button may have backfired cuz she slaps that fucker all day long. I mean they aren't going to train your pet for you but they are a useful tool. I'm much happier that she's smacking the button instead of clawing at the front door.