I received the following e-mail last night from one Mr. Jerry Chandler: (more…)

This is actually Jeannie, Bill’s girlfriend/sig o.  I took today off to prepare for our camping trip this weekend and although I have been aware of the significance of this day, it didn’t hit me at a conscious level until just about an hour ago that today is the one year anniversary of the day we lost our cat, Albert.  (more…)

I have whined, begged, pleaded, cajoled, and nearly bribed a number of people to read my script. In return, I have promised to read the work of a handful of other people and as of now, I have met not a single one of those commitments.

If you’re one of those people, do NOT even bother trying to tell me it’s not a big deal. It is a matter of honor. I am going to make the time you made for me. It’s that simple.

I need about a month.

Oh, and Sean Scullion, if you’re reading this, I lost the file for your script again, damn it! Would you mind re-sending? This time I will PRINT IT OUT. Paper doesn’t crash.

My lovely girlfriend, Jeannie, is a published author. The latest issue of Social Work, a journal published by the National Association of Social Workers, features Jeannie’s Critique of a book entitled The Careless Society: Community and its Counterfeits.

I’m taking Jeannie out to a very fancy (and expensive) restaurant for a very nice (and expensive) dinner to celebrate. The next time Jeannie is pissed off at me, I’ll remind her of how thoughtful it was of me to take her out for a nice (and expensive) dinner.

Please join me in congratulating Jeannie.

Yesterday I attempted to install a security plug-in that worked so well it kept ME out of my blog. I thought upgrading to the latest version of WordPress might help, but the upgrade busted my blog but good. I was up until 2 a.m. fixing it.

The result? I scrapped the security plug-in (it’s called “Bad Behavior,” an ironically apt name) and had to change my blog’s theme to one that is compatible with the upgrade to WordPress 2.2.

All better. All better.

… and my girlfriend, the beautiful Jeannie, is going to make me a dinner consisting of barbecued ribs, sweet potato fries, and beer. I am the luckiest man in the world.

As I write this post, that’s roughly the amount of time I have left as a 36-year-old. At the stroke of Midnight I turn another year older.

I tried to think of something witty and pithy to write but I’m coming up empty. I think I’ll have a bottle of water and head to bed early.

Hopefully I’m still young enought to hold all of that water until morning.

The Ian Jackson Chandler story, told in the form of a photo essay with authentic dialogue added by yours truly: (more…)

Jerry and Jennifer Chandler’s newborn baby boy makes an ominous pronouncement… 

No, the lovely Jeannie and I have not had a child. The proud parents are Jerry Chandler II and his most excellent wife, Jenn. (more…)