"This journal has grown tiresome."

[muckefuck]

Again I find myself headbutting the paradox which afflicts men of my age and general physical deterioration, namely that the more fun I have, the less likely I am to write about it. I was so euphoric leaving last night's most excellent 40th birthday celebration for welcomerain that I thought it a good time to deal with a bullet I've been dodging for several days, Manguito's Marquezian family drama. As a consequence I wasn't in bed and asleep until well after 2 a.m. Then today I decided to tackle the pinless grenade which is the Scoutmaster's health drama and that meant a trek to the South Side to sit at his bedside as the Bears defeated the Seahawks as only a Chicago team can: By starting out with an ungodly lead and whittling it down precipitously in the eleventh hour.

So I'm afraid the world will have to continue to wait for the situation comedy antics of How I Found My Monkey, the quirky observational humour of What Happens When You Shave Your Beard, and the outrageous food porn of the social event of the season for the UoC Geek Crowd. Some teasers however:

• Will "looking like the chicken guy at Fogo" become my new general-purpose simile for visibly suffering rejection?
• How would a Flintstonian key party work? Hear our exciting uninformed speculations!
• Apparently there exists a hospital in Chicago that my SIL who works for the AHA has not heard of--yours truly returns with an eyewitness report!
• Wedding Tailgating--how to do it right!

And so much more!

Comments

[mollyc-q.livejournal.com]

"outrageous food porn of the social event of the season for the UoC Geek Crowd"

Please do tell, and I want detail, lots and lots of detail.....