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Finally got some pictures up. Here he is, Samuel Crow, or as Angil calls him, "Monkeyboy".

Sam pix!

Well, Angil went to see the doctor for her back pain and ended up having an emergency ceasarean section. It was touch and go with both her and the baby, but both are doing fine now. They had li'l Sam on a respirator for abut 8 hours, but it's off now and they think he'll be ready to drink milk in the next couple of days. He's got dark reddish- ( Read more... )

A quiet week. That's all I want. Angil has been in and out of the hospital for the last three weeks with some mysterious and excruciating back pain. All we ever get is foreign medical students who don't give a rat's ass and just prescribe increasingly more powerful narcotics. Although they say it won't hurt the baby, I'm not convinced. She got ( Read more... )

Finally won the battle I've been embroiled in with a particularly sleazy and evil collections attorney. It's funny how polite, apologetic, and accomodating they become when you place a simple phone call to the State Attorney General's Office. Here's some free advice: if you gather 27 utility company call center representatives in one room, their ( Read more... )

Last week was an eighty-hour stress-a-thon at work, so that's why I haven't been writing anything here. This coming Friday morning marks the beginning of two whole days off, so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's been all the harder without Angil here...her dad had open heart surgery, so she's been helping out waaaaaaay over on the ( Read more... )

Okay, so I've got a pregnant wife who lost her job when she told her boss she was with child (yes, I know that's illegal, but trust me, they covered their asses quite well), a home that will be foreclosed on if I don't come up with $700 by Friday, found out today that she probably won't get her unemployment benefits, and my boots are now held ( Read more... )

Worked yet another 12 hour shift. Had a meaningful conversation with the wife about how cool it would be if Robert Stack came back from the dead and spent the day at our house. Now I am going to bed.

This is for those of you who listen to Coast to Coast AM. Those of you who don't won't know what the hell I'm going to be complaining about in a minute here. Educate yourself.I've been listening to Coast since around 1995. I've given George Noory a fair chance - more than fair, actually. Is it just me, or does anyone else suspect he was ( Read more... )

I would just like to say that I am utterly and completely fed up with a particular racist fuckwit I am forced to work with. Nigger this, wetback that. I'm done. Going to lodge a complaint with personnel tomorrow.

Me: Hey, my wife's mexican and amerind, ASSHOLE.
Ku Klux Donald: But she's part white, right? That ain't so bad.ARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHH