Obama, Yo Mama!

God damn right!

Sorry about the prolonged hiatus. Like you cared. I had to shake off the shackles of a way-too-demanding job that had me doing shit like working until 1:00 AM on a Saturday night and other such hijinx. A fella can't be doing that kind of crap when he's already busy with two little kids and a nagging heroin addiction. This whole "work" deal is getting to be a bit of a drag; there's got to be some vocation I can take up that doesn't really demand any effort or responsibility or time. Nevertheless, I don't exactly have anything worthwhile to report upon, other than gapingly obvious turn of events such as the election of Barry Obama, which, by the way, has me giddy as a waitress at a keno machine. I feel like we as a country kinda earned a special treat after the long waking nightmare of the last eight years. It's similar to how my parents took me to Dairy Queen after I fell of the ladder of the high-dive at McCormick Pool circa 1981. I sincerely hope BO is up to the gargantuan task at hand, because if he doesn't pull of some sort of political/economic hat trick right quick, I'm worried he's gonna be written off by the ever-burgeoning lunatic fringe and then we'll have to endure another sixty years of Stupid Republican Tricks.

So, have you been keeping on top of this miniature-burger craze that seems to be sweeping the nation? Kinda came out of nowhere, didn't it? I don't know about your neck of the woodz, but in my area, pert' near every restaurant is jumping on the bandwagon; Chili's (the new golf course) and Good Times spring immediately to mind. As food fads go, this one isn't quite as obnoxious or inane as, say, those iceberg-lettuce-cups-filled-with-beef appetizer things that seemed to be all the rage at places like P.F. Chang a few years back. But at least the lettuce cups had some degree of novelty going for it; I can't for the life of me figure out what could possibly be so exciting about miniature hamburgers, especially since it's not like White Castle hasn't been slinging them for, what, 300 years? (And having dined at White Castle twice in my life [including Thanksgiving 1996, in scenic Des Plaines, IL], I can say that the novelty of mini burgers wears off well within four minutes of consumption.)

And, apropos of nothing, here're some recent photos:

I caught this little fucker in the backyard back in early October. I have this really odd fear/fascination thing with snakes in general; namely, I spend an inordinate amount of time being worried about seeing snakes, particularly rattlesnakes, which has culminated in me pretty much avoiding nature altogether. Yet when I got this little fella, I couldn't stop staring at him. And whenever I go to the zoo or the aquarium I get all transfixed by them and stare into their eyes and try to get through to their atavistic reptile brains.

And here is one of Glenda's latest creations: the Ham-Star! Ah, the shit you come up with to get kids to eat...

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