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right, so hi, it’s been a while. thanks for rss-ing by.

the weekend was a hodgepodge of different things, natty saw a movie, i went to a double bock beer tasting at the local booze store. (turns out i’m not much of a fan). i did 4 loads of laundry, and i still haven’t dented the monster pile in the bedroom. exciting shit, huh?

well heres something:

Context setting: well so get this. sunday, i fished out our glider chair, (if you’re a parent you know what i’m talking about, if you’re not, consider yourself lucky) from the blair witch basement b/c we’re letting friends borrow it. so i’m 99% sure i closed up the entrance to hell all safe and sound. but i’m not 100%.

so yesterday i get my morning check in call from natty, and she has a weird tone in her voice. so she proceeds to tell me, that she and the capt were up, doing their morning thing, henry was out back in the back yard, and all was right with the world. then they heard a huge BANG! (all i can picture is the way bang is written on those guns that dont’ shoot anything but roll out a little flag…anyone? anyone?)

so i guess the bang was so loud that she couldn’t tell if it came from in the house, or next to the house or what. she then noticed that henry was all worked up over the ’storm door’ (i use that term very lightly) to the blair witch cellar. so she looked in the little mouse poop infested vestibule down to the cellar p roper. and our little red door that’s there was shut, but she got a bad feeling.

so she went in to the house, called the 911 and asked if they’d send someone out to see if there was a methhead in our basement or whatnot. so i dunno the duration, but apparently very very quickly there was a cop there, and get this the bawlmer city police chopper circling overhead. she can provide more details, but here’s what i took away:

• henry, apparently is not one of those dogs that hates people in uniforms, in fact he seems to respect the authorita of a cop, this being evidenced by henry listenting to the cop.
• natty not making the connection between the land based fuzz and the chopper, asked the cop if there was something else going on in the area–no there wasn’t, the sent the chopper to our house. (!!)
• they sent another cruiser after the first, and that guy apparenlty just waltzed in to the house, no knocking or anything. weird.

naturally all of this was pretty rad to a 2.5 yr old. well not naturally i guess, he could have been freaked, but apparently he loved it. take aways from the fuzz are that i should be locking the blair witch cellar up, and that my meth lab down there is not as good as ones out in western md, were “they really know how to cook up some shit”. i shall redouble my efforts.

in some other news, it is with a heavy heart that i pass on that the famed ACW is hanging up his blogging hat in about um, like 9 months or something. obviously he’s a wuss, i’ve been done this crap for going on 7 years now and i never let dry spells, full out making shit up, and other things deter me. oh well. as i said over there, perhaps he’s hinting i should hang it all up. bah

also, since most of us never actually see each other, i thought i’d point you to this semi humorous article, on life in our age.  i think there’s some good shit in there