Guess I'll Go First

After Pokie, I went to U of I, where I made a lot of enemies, got hitched to Cecile, picked up smoking, and graduated with my BA in English. That's pretty much my college life in a nutshell, just without the alcohol, minimum wage jobs, and bad movies.

After graduation, Cec and I ran to Boise before they could take the diplomas back and found ourselves among the many poor and jobless in Boise in 1992. Cec got a job working at a TV station and at a linen store and I worked at a video store and tried my hand at writing.
Time passed.

Cecile went to work for Qwest and I started life over again as a technical writer, after I found out that people actually paid people to be snotty to them and to sleep at their desks. It was like I was born anew. I promptly gained 30 pounds from sitting all the time and began to think often about how many office supplies I could steal each day without getting caught.

My daughter, Zoe, was born in 2000. She was 2 months premature, so she gave us a good scare. I think it's just her way of prepping me for the training bra and pierced nose stages to come. Noah followed in 2003, and that was that. We now have our matched set and when the stars align, they will claim Islamabad as their own!

Ok, I'm done.

OK. How This Works...

What I was thinking would be easiest would be for everyone to send me their bios and I will post them. Sound good? OK. Let the waters of your life flow over me.

Nevermind.

That doesn't sound sanitary. Better just email me a condensed version of the past 2 decades. Try to make it as juicy as possible, but remember that I checked the little "No Naughty Bits" box when I signed the agreement and told the little wrinkle dwarf what time the kids next door come home so he can spirit them away.

Anyway, here, for no reason whatsoever, is a jumble of items that spirit me back to that summer of '87:

Do these things mean anything to anyone else but me? Am I the only one who wakes up in a cold sweat trying to remember the name of the blonde waitress or the order of the philosophers of ancient Greece?

Heya and Welcome

Hi guys. I can't believe that it has actually been 21 years! I think I must have pulled a David Bowie and drank too much or inhaled some Sweet and Low or something, since it seems like I missed about 18 of those years. I think that I need to speak with someone about a refund...

Anyway, hopefully this will work and we can all post, enjoy, laugh, and then run away and hide for another 21 years. Maybe by then I'll be prepared and have something planned. Probably not, though, as I'm guessing that as more of my brain cells start passing into the great void, I'll probably start making less and less sense...and then eventually buy an RV and head down South to watch NASCAR and park overnight in exotic Walmart parking lots along the Border.

Ah, but to dream...