I feel so dirty when they start talking cuteI wanna tell 'em that I love 'em But the point is probably moot

I have been playing so much guitar that my fingers feel like they have blisters on the tips.

It is paying off, though. I am rocking the proverbial house.

Metaphorically speaking.

Because when I am not rocking the house, I spend my time eating vegemite sandwiches and hearing thunder.



I am riding a wave of good karma right now, so good that I wonder exactly how bad I suffered in my previous lives.

Ha.

People who tell you that you have had "past lives" are as full of shit as chiropractors.

Chiropractors are more full of shit than me.

And I am pretty full of shit.

Near capacity.

For those of you who come here to get news on my life, yet can't be bothered to communicate directly, here it is:

Job?

Good.

Relationship?

Really good.

Family?

Good.

I hope that was satisfying.

Today, we took Aden and Leon (ages 3 and 4, respectively) to a magic show.

Yes, magic.

Dude made a motorcycle disapear, conjured up a tiger, levitated, escaped the "Table of Death," unleashed smoke machines, fake snow, some super-cheesy dancers, his "beautiful wife, Susan," and a bucketfull of theatrical arm gestures.

I thoroughly enjoyed it.

There were hundreds of kids there.

After the show was over, they ran out onto the floor of the arena, chasing bits of confetti.

Literally, there were hundreds of kids on their hands and knees, rabidly grabbing pieces.

Aden sat on my lap for most of it. He hugged the hell out of me. He caught a long string of confetti and told me, "Hold it gently and keep it forever."