To my regular readers, I’m sure you immediately noticed the change in the layout of the blog. You can blame yesterdays post on that. It was a really image intensive post and pretty much nothing I did with it made me happy as far as the layout of the pics, and the fact that the larger pics got cut off on the sides pissed me off. I needed something that had a wider content space. I got an email from WordPress not long ago about one of their “new” themes and it caught my eye. This would be it. The more I look at it, the more I like it better.
The header image, well, that is still up in the air. I’ll come to a permanent decision on that pretty much never. This is why I made it through the Marine Corps and 42 years of life without ever getting a tattoo. I can’t make a decision on anything I want that’s permanent, and this blog is young, so I foresee many changes coming in the future.
The only thing that won’t change (Teri!) is the content. I will continue to be fucked up. That’s just how I roll.
The other reason tonight is going to be short is that it’s late and eventually me and Ambien are gonna get together and go to sleep. I’m starting late tonight because I was having some quality time with Tiger.
Tiger is my 16 year old son previously introduced as “Duh”. Some have complained that “Duh” was just mean and offensive. Those that complained clearly have never had teenagers.
So Tiger it is. As in “Tony the”.
Speaking of Tony, quality time with Tiger tonight consisted of watching Scarface. I figure he’s old enough at this point so over the last couple of weeks we’ve kind of had an Al Pacino marathon. We’ve watched all 3 Godfathers and Scarface now. His life is forever changed and he has me to thank for it. I have given him American culture and classic films. I have given him organized crime and illegal drug management. Now he gets it when I get irritated with him and I grab him by the head and say “You broke my heart . . . you broke my HEART!”
Duh Fredo Tiger.
I’d also just like to take this heartwarming moment to say to my friend Tom: 16 years and some months from now, you too can watch the best of Al Pacino with your son. As soon as YOU see them! How in the fuck do you make it past the age of 30 without seeing these movies? I’ve met your mother, so I know you weren’t raised by wolves. Get with the program, Zippy.
Stop back in tomorrow for more of the funny, but as long as you’re here, please leave me some comments and let me know what you think of the new layout. I’m calling it for the night (ie: taking an Ambien and looking to see what twisted Tweets TheBloggess posts in her delirious insomnia soaked evening. She’s been torturing the cat this week. No, that is not as dirty as you just made it, you fuckin’ pervs.
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