Fake Samuel

Not surprisingly, people are surprised and disappointed at my recent absence from the blog. Do not worry people, I assure you, I am alive and well. I liken my plight to that of a missionary working under an oppressive regime. News flows in and out of the country, but at times the goverment cracks down. And they occasionally beat their citizens. And the citizens occasionally pee in places they're not supposed to. And go on hunger strikes. And stage protests and sit-ins. Etcetera. You get it. But fear not, "we will overcome." They cannot hold me back with their bedtimes and naptimes, their imposed restrictions on my SuperWhy watching or blueberry consumption, their insistence on "respect" and "listening to mama" and "be gentle with the X*", their "are you poopy?" or "I smell poopies" or "want to go on the potty?", their complete lack of trust in me as a person to be able to regulate my own bodily functions, time ma...

So the little brother informs me that he will no longer be posting on this blog.  He says that blogs are so 2007 and he is embracing 2009 in all its glory.  Whatever.  He says that means he going to be posting on Twitter.  Its all the rage with the tweens.  Apparently its like a blog but you can't write as much.  Only like 2 sentences at a time.  I would never survive.    Anyhoo.   I did notice an increase in my advertising revenue when he came on board, so I'll be keeping his posts (apparently they're called tweets) in the sidebar to the right.   Oh, and I found this video that explains twitter for you losers who care to watch.  This is the future?  Great I get to hear about every stinkin' diaper from now on.

I can't believe I'm out shopping on the day after Christmas.

So at least today when I woke up I was on daddy. Contrary to what Samuel writes of the Folks, we seem to get along just fine. He let's me poke his eyes and scratch his face and stuff. Anyway apparantly all I got for Christmas this year was some clothes and a screwdriver set. Not the best in the toy department, but I do appreciate the opportunity to do some woodworking. Just as soon as I obtain some fine motor control that is.

Given the current financial crisis, I thought I would provide my knowledgable viewpoint on the situation. Money, apparently, is something of some importance. While it does come in the form of delicious looking coins, it also comes in the form of nice bendy cards. While I am never allowed to bend these cards, I can only assume this is where their value comes from. Apparently, because of how much fun these cards are to bend and play with, our country has a lot of them and we value them highly. Now, some people have too cards, and those who have them are afraid of getting them taken away. I assume they are afraid of people like me, who have no cards, but want them. The Folks won't give me one. So my thoughts: just give me the card.

Occasionally, out of town yokels will see me on the street and think "oh it's Zack from Saved by the Bell" or "hey is that Brad Pitt" or "he must be someone important-look at his entourage and the way he carries himself and orders all those people around." These yahoos thought I was a big name celeb and demanded my picture. After taking my usual fee, I acquiesed.

...another room. Everytime I wake up I'm in another location. It's a little unsettling. And they wonder why I fight them on naps sometimes.