24
Oct

Random Shit at 3:47 AM on a Saturday

So, last night I bought a new handle of vodka.  I drank this much of it:

Vodka from Friday

and then I passed the hell out before 9:30.  I woke back up at 2:40 unable to go back to sleep.  So, I decided to write.

Topic 1: Why the hell is it so hard to find pajamas with both a fly AND pockets?  Those two things are the most convenient items that pajama pants can have.  I probably have 8 pairs and maybe 2 have that feature.  That’s just ridiculous.

Topic 2: I need to go buy food.  I have cereal, a large bag of Mrs. T’s pirogies and some spaghetti noodles with no sauce right now.

Topic 3: The clock in my office ticks SO FUCKING LOUDLY. I may as well have some midget in here yelling “TICK! TICK!  TICK!”

Topic 4: If Ohio State doesn’t win today, I’m going to burn the fucking horseshoe to the ground.  Last weekend OSU lost, Seattle lost and Cleveland lost.  That is unacceptable in my world.

Topic 5: I think I might somehow be 97 years old.  My joints hurt. I apparently go to sleep early and wake up late.  I’m grumpy and I yell at kids .  I think anyone under 30 is a punk (present company excluded). I’m already the crotchety old man that everyone makes fun of when his back is turned. The only difference is that I dress well.

Topic 6: I’m trying to come up with a quasi-clean set for Comedy Works on Tuesday.  Abortion and rape jokes can only take me so far, you know.  The problem is that in my normal life, I’m not clean EVER. So for me to interpret my sets into something that’s NOT offensive is going to be a challenge.

That’s it for now. I know it’s not super exciting, but I REALLY have nothing else to do at all.

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25
Sep

Everybody’s Talking ‘Bout an Evolution

I have a problem with what we teach as science and what we do not.  Before we really get into the meat and potatoes of this blog, I’d like to say a few things:

  1. I am not a scientist.  As a matter of fact, I barely went to college.
  2. I did not steal these thoughts or this argument from anyone, it just kind of popped in my head while reading a National Geographic article online.
  3. All of the facts that I base my arguments on were found online.  If a fact is wrong enough that it would change my argument significantly, please let me know.  Otherwise you’re just being a nit-picky son of a bitch.

Alright.  Now that all that’s out of the way, let’s talk about evolution.  We seem to constantly forget that the theory of evolution is, in fact, a theory.  If you know me at all, you know that I’m not some religious nut who is outraged to think we come from monkeys.  I am, however, shocked that we appear to continually teach things as pure, unquestionable science when we still don’t really KNOW the answer.

Here’s my example: Australopithecus.  Do you know how many fossils of Australopithecus have been found? Thirteen.  And at least 3 of those are questionable as to whether or not they are Australopithecus fossils or not.  So for certain, we’ve found ten.  Also, all of these fossils were found in East and South Africa.  So, ten (maybe thirteen)  Australopithecus fossils have all been found within a close range of each other and we decide that this must be the earliest version of bi-ped man?  We decide that we know how all early man thought and looked and lived? WE’VE ONLY FUCKING FOUND TEN!

Here’s my scenario for you: Thirty million years from now, archeologists are digging for us.  The only thing they find are ten midgets all buried together.  They had gotten trapped in lava because their stubby little legs couldn’t carry them away fast enough or something.  What conclusions would they draw?  They’d say “Son of a bitch! Back then everyone was only three feet tall and had disproportionate limbs and skulls.”  It’s an extreme “what if” model, but it holds true.  If everyone they uncovered was Asian, they would assume that all of mankind was that way.

We can’t just look at what we know and say that’s it’s fact.  There could be a ton more to the story of man 2, 3, 4 million years ago that we have no idea about.  There could be another 10,000 examples of man from that time frame that would prove everything we know wrong.  How we’re teaching students about evolution right now would be comparable to me being a math teacher, but only knowing addition.  Sure, I’m teaching math, but I’m not teaching everything that math is.  I’m just teaching a sliver because that’s all I know.

Here’s my next issue: Time frames. The first fossil ever to be considered a primate was dated to 47 million years old and was most closely related to our modern day lemur.  It supposedly took man about 44.5 million years to evolve from that mammal to Australopithecus.  The oldest Australopithecus was dated back to 3.8 million years ago and the youngest 2.5 million.  Remember, these were all found in South or East Africa.  Now. Where was the first (and oldest) fossil of Homo Erectus found?  China. It was dated between 2 - 2.04 million years old.   We’re saying that it took man damn near 45 million years to evolve from basic mammals to Australopithecus, but it only took man 500,000 to evolve from Australopithecus to Homo Erectus?  Those timelines seem off.  Even if we say it took us 1.5 million years, that still seems awful quick to evolve from basically a bi-ped ape still with basic, primal brain capacity to what we hail as “modern man.”

Also, even though the predecessor to Homo Erectus was only found in Africa, the oldest example of the evolved Australopithecus was found thousands and thousands of miles away? We’re talking 3 million or so years ago.  This was well post-Pangea.  This wasn’t the super-continent where everything co-mingled on one giant land mass.  That’s a long walk.  They must have migrated since no Australopithecus have been found in China, right? If Australopithecus IS in fact the predecessor to Homo Erectus, I would had to assume that they would have found Australopithecus in China.

The whole thing’s shitty to me.  I don’t like teaching what we don’t know.   Let’s find out more about evolution before we teach it so whole-heartedly and unquestionably.  Right now we’re teaching an idea, not facts. Science isn’t about ideas.  That’s what philosophy’s for.

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19
Sep

Dan’s Not Drinking Journal

A lot of you are going to think this is bragging and it’s not. This past weekend, I killed about 1.5 drinks shy of a handle of vodka.  This is from Friday night to Sunday night.  That’s 48 hours for about 1.60 LITERS of vodka.  That’s a shit-ton.  Now, I love vodka, it’s never done anything wrong to me, it feels good, we get along and we stay pretty tight throughout the week.  Here’s the issue:  I went for a short (mile and a half or so), slow (like your grandpa in his walker) run Monday morning and almost threw up afterwards.  I knew I had to stop drinking so much right then and there.  So, I said “OK, Dan. No more drinking during the work week.  You clearly have some issues with it and need to get yourself in check.”

So, I thought “OK, no more drinking during the week.  Let’s get this shit straight.”

I stopped drinking for, you know, awhile.  Here’s how my journal looks from this past week.  Enjoy.

Day 1(AM):  Oh my God! I’m gonna throw up after a short, slow run.  This is not right.  I need to stop drinking so much.

(PM) I want a drink

Day 2: I just got home from work.  I always have a drink when I get home from work.  Where is my drink?!?!  I have vodka right there and tonic in the fridge.  Why am I not taking advantage of it? What fresh hell is this?

Day 3: I want to drink.  I want the nice, soothing burn of vodka surging down my throat and into my belly.  Why can I not have it? Why?!?!?  This is bullshit.  This is like if God asked me “What makes you truly happy, Dan?” and then I told Him and He said “Well, guess what, bitch.  You’re never having that again.  Haha.  Fucker.”

Day 4 :  I owe the IRS $2k+ by January.  I need one. I want one.  I need to settle down.  I just need to relax.  Then I poured one.  In a short glass rather than my typical tall.  I had one vodka tonic (more vodka than tonic) with a twist of lime and all was right with the world.

Day 5:  Goddammit.  Vodka tastes so bad right after you brush your teeth in the morning.  It tastes like minty alcohol.  Last I checked, Creme de Menthe sucked ass.  I love you vodka.  You’ve always been there for me.  You’re always looking out for me and making things easier.  I just want things between us to never end.  I’m sorry that I ignored you for almost four days.  That’s ridiculous.  Let’s just be friends.

The end.

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12
Sep

A Bunch of Shit

Hi everyone.  I haven’t posted for a little while because, well, I really can’t think of anything interesting to write about.  So here’s a bunch of shit that would never make it in a standalone blog:

I’ve decided to never get a haircut again.  They fuck it up everytime and cut it way too short.  Even at the salon’s where I have to pay $40.

People are fucking idiots.  How is it possible for some people to contstantly and consitently make such terrible decisions?  I mean REALLY?  Is it really that difficult to look at a situation and figure out your options and then decide which of those options would be more of a detriment?  Seriously.  So fucking dumb.

I was hoping that roid-ragey whiny bitch Shawn Merriman was going to go to jail.  Even though he did assault Tila Tequilla, who shouldn’t even be considered a person and I’m sure deserved it.  He’s still douchey.

Brady Quinn’s going to start for Cleveland tomorrow.  That’s going to be really interesting to watch.  Is he the Browns savior or is he the next Bernie Kosar?  Only time will tell.

Lou Holtz has lost his fucking mind.  I think I blogged about this last year, too.

It looks like we’re going to start an open mic comedy night at McCabe’s.  If anyone thinks they’re funny you should come out.  I’ll get the details out there as soon as I know them.

I just rewatched the first two seasons of The Office.  I think it’s one of the best shows ever made.

My stomach hasn’t felt well for about 2 weeks.  I think it might have something to do with my ridiculous drinking habits.

I think I should quit smoking, but I really don’t want to.

You know that thing that some people have? I think it’s called money or something? I want that.

This blog sucked ass.  You all just wasted your time.

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26
Aug

Seattle and the Shoemaker Brothers

So, I recently went to Seattle with my boss for an SEO conference.  While there, we met up with friends John and Katey.  After dinner, Katey wanted to go to see a band that her uncle was managing called the Shoemaker Brothers.  Unfortunately, my boss had to leave early so he wasn’t able to make it.  When they were defined as “I don’t know, but they have a fiddle, I think.”  I got nervous.  So we went to Comet Tavern, which is a terrifying dive bar (think jean vests and sleeve tattoos terrifying), and my hope wasn’t replenished at all.  I was wearing a button down, John was in a Polo and we were clearly the only 3 people there who hadn’t at least TRIED heroin once.  Oddly, no one ever confronted us in any way, which was a pleasant surprise.  Really, no one said anything to us.  Hooray for non confrontation!

Then I met the band.  Fucking awesome people.  They’re all super-chill, down to earth guys who really know how to rock their shit.  When you’re switching between violins and guitars mid-set and I can barely tap my foot to a beat, I have to give you props.  Hearing them play their kind of music in that kind of bar was just awesome.  They have their moments when they know how to just rock the shit out of it and they seem to know when and where they need to tone it down.  It’s not super-distortion metal, but if they wanted to turn it to that, they could. It’s not folk-style Nickelcreek stuff, but if they wanted it to turn it to that, they could.  It’s not all super-laid back indy folker and rocker Citizen Cope, but if they wanted to turn it to that, they could.  They even had their cousin come up at one point and just freestyle rap.  Over fucking violas and cellos and guitars.  Do you see what I’m saying here? They’re gonna be big.

Anyway, everyone should check them out.  Turn on your speakers and go to their site.  The player controls are at the very bottom of the screen and let me know what you think.  And really, if you have an extra $10, just buy the goddamn album.  Thanks.  http://www.shoemakerbrothers.com/fr_index.cfm

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23
Aug

The Michael Jackson Blog

So, I’ve been debating on blogging about Michael Jackson.  I had made a pretty firm decision that I wouldn’t.  Then I saw this: http://www.global14.com/michael-jackson-x-gq-cover/

These fucking fools are all in a frenzy because of a GQ magazine cover.  The cover says “When Michael Was Cool” and their poorly written, “I write in all capital letters because I’m angry” point is that Michael was always cool.  Well, this is going to surprise a lot of you, but I disagree.

Now listen.  I like Michael Jackson’s music.  I have and listen to his greatest hits often.  He has his own channel on my Pandora Radio (so does the Jackson 5).  Am I a hardcore fan? Probably not.  But I do respect what he did for music from the 70’s - 90’s.  My point is simply this: From 1994 - 2009, Michael Jackson was no longer “cool.”

In the 70’s, 80’s and early 90’s, Michael Jackson was a trend setter.  People wore what he wore, marveled at his music videos, danced his dances and generally worshipped the man.  I don’t think there is another individual capable of having the following that he had during that time.

After the initial child molestation charges in 1994, that all changed.  People looked at him differently, started wondering why he was becoming so light skinned, questioned his plastic surgery and started considering him as more of a freak than an icon.

After that, no one was wearing what Jackson wore.  The only dances they did and songs they sang were from his iconic years. Jackson was done setting trends then.  No one held their baby off the balcony just because he did.  No one covered their kids’ heads with masks and veils because he did.  No one was wearing a wife beater under an open silk shirt with skinny jeans and a fedora because he did.  They stopped. Why? Because Michael wasn’t cool anymore.

Of course some hardcore Jackson fans will disagree with me.  Some will say that they flew to Dubai in 2005 just to maybe get a glimpse of him.  But for the vast majority of people, when Michael Jackson died, he died as a freak who had been generally fucked in the head for about the last 15 years.  He was cool.  He was an icon. 25 years ago.

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22
Aug

The Super Rich are Getting “Poor”

So, there was an article on Yahoo! about how people who used to be worth billions are now only worth hundreds of millions and blah blah blah.  I don’t even understand the emotions we’re supposed to have about this article. I mean, you can’t pity them or feel good about yourself or be happy that they lost a ton of money. They STILL have a fucking ton of money.  I’m really sorry that your net worth dropped from $280 million to $217 million.  Is that still more money than I’ll ever see in my life? Fuck yes it is.

We can’t exactly sit here and say “Oh yeah, the economy really showed THEM.”  If everyone’s getting more poor, even the poorest rich guy in the world is still going to be a “rich guy.”  If everyone loses 10% of their net worth, but that guy over there is worth 97,617% more than me, he’s STILL going to be worth 97,000+% more than me after we both lose our 10%.

What a ridiculous ass article. I don’t care if you had to downgrade from a Bentley to an Audi, my 2002 Buick with 126,000 miles on it is in the shop right now.  Go fuck yourself, super rich people.

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21
Aug

Blog of Man Answers Dear Abby

DEAR ABBY -

We are hoping you can settle a small dispute. My husband and I have a soon-to-be 2-year-old. Her birthday is next month, and we will be celebrating at a local park with lots of kids from work and day care.  Is it OK to offer beer and wine to the parents?

The park officials have no issue with it. There is an alcohol permit to sign, which includes no hard liquor and no drinks to be taken off premises. We will abide by park rules.

We just want to know — is it OK to have alcohol at a child’s birthday party? We will wait to see what you have to say.

– Party Planner in Colorado


Dear Party Planner in Colorado -

I personally am never sober around children.  Being sober around kids means noticing all the irritating disgusting shit they do.  Not only should you serve alcohol at your 2 year olds party, you should probably be drunk right now.  I am.


-BoM

greatparenting

DEAR ABBY -

My husband, “George,” wears his false teeth only for church. He puts them in his pocket as soon as the service is over and won’t wear them anywhere else. If I say anything, he gets furious and refuses to discuss it, even though I tell him it embarrasses me and it should embarrass him, too.

George is upset with the dentist who made the dentures. He went to another dental lab, wore them for one month, and then gave up. He also fusses with his hearing aids, glasses, etc. He’s driving me crazy. What should I do?

— Janet in Ohio

Dear Janet -

Put that old bastard out of his misery.  First step is to make him very ill and weak (think Pine Sol in his soup, The Sixth Sense style) then, while he’s passed out from his illness, Burke him.  Before he’s put in the ground, put in his teeth.  That’ll show him. Or, you know, you could just suck it up and accept the fact that you’re both old and he’s embarrassing regardless of whether or not he’s wearing his fucking false teeth.

-BoM

poisonsoup

DEAR ABBY -

I was in a major department store, carrying a designer handbag, when a woman I didn’t know approached me and asked if my bag was real or a knockoff. I was at a loss for words. The rudeness of that woman floored me.

I was always taught to be polite and not ask nosy questions. How would you have handled it?

– Offended in Arkansas

Dear Offended in Arkansas -

You’re fucking from Arkansas. I don’t think they sell any designer anything there. It probably was fake, which is probably why you were so pissed.

-BoM


DEAR ABBY -

Forty years ago, after accusing our father of taking indecent liberties with her, my sister “Vera” was diagnosed with a major mental illness. She was 17. After many difficult years of hospitalizations, medication and electro-shock therapy, Vera finally accepted her diagnosis and now lives in a board-and-care home nearby. She has never been well enough to work or carry on a relationship, and due to her medication, she suffers from a serious neuromuscular disorder.

Our father died suddenly — and while going through his belongings, Mom and I discovered some graphic Polaroid photos that prove Vera’s allegations were true. Mom destroyed them immediately. I believe Vera should know that we now understand she wasn’t delusional, that she was misdiagnosed and treated unnecessarily.

Mom is adamantly opposed. She says Vera is receiving the “best help available” and it would only “upset her” if she knew what we found. I am heartsick. Should I tell Vera at the risk of it killing our mom, or should I let it go? Vera’s treatments have taken most of her memory.

– Distraught in Ohio


Dear Distraught in Ohio -

Jesus fucking Christ.

-BoM


DEAR ABBY -

My father, who is in bad health, recently announced that he would like to be cremated and buried at the foot of my mother’s grave. My birth mother died 28 years ago when I was 2, after they had been married only three years.

Dad married my stepmother when I was 8. I feel he should be buried with the wife he’s been with for 22 years. She is the one who has seen him through the worst times in his life, his heart attack and stroke. My stepmother seems to have no negative feelings about it.

Am I wrong for thinking that a husband and wife should lie side-by-side when their time comes — with a single headstone with their names and dates of birth/death/marriage? Or is there some tradition I don’t know about that he should be buried with his first wife?

– Enquiring in Clarkston, Washington


Dear Enquiring in Clarkston Washington -

He’s going to be dead. He has no idea what you’re going to do with him.  That’s the beauty of dead people, you can make them do anything you want!

-BoM


DEAR ABBY -

I am one of your male readers. A year and a half ago, my brother was killed in an automobile accident by a drunk driver. We are a very close family, and everyone was devastated. My sister-in-law, “Grace,” and I were always close, and we have become closer lately. Now we’re discussing the possibility of a relationship.

Grace has three grown sons, and I realize there could be issues or concerns with the boys and our families, but we feel they would want us to be happy.

Is this something that is acceptable, and does it happen often? We have never discussed the fact that I am not my brother and cannot — and never would try to — replace him. I couldn’t. He was a great man.

– Looking for Insight in the Midwest

Dear Looking for Insight in the Midwest -

Oh my God! You’re bangin’ your dead brother’s widow?!?!  That’s so fucking awesome. Once your brothers kids are old enough to realize that you took their dead dad’s sloppy seconds, they’re gonna think really highly of you.  Before attempting such a tricky, disturbing, disgusting, pathetic maneuver, please move to the south.

-BoM


DEAR ABBY -

After my wife had our sixth child, our love life fizzled out. But at age 80, we have suddenly discovered that we aren’t THAT old!

How do we tactfully deflect kids and grandkids who enter without ringing the bell? I realize that lots of people would love to have this problem, but it’s a problem all the same.

– Back in the Saddle Again

Dear Back in the Saddle Again -

Gross.

-BoM

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20
Aug

Hate Blog

So. There’s this obese mom who hates me. Aw shucks. She wrote a pretty extensive blog about me after my “Open Letter to an Ugly Girl.”  I’m not going to link to it because frankly, I don’t really want to publicize her at all and I don’t want her gaining any equity at all from my blog.  Let’s talk about some of the things this lady said and we’ll evaluate them.  Originally, I was going to make this incredibly scathing and vicious, I just decided that in this instance, it would be better to just call it how I see it.

Do any of you read Blog of Man? Wait. Let me backpeddle. - Let you backpeddle? Firstly, that’s not a word. Secondly, when you’re typing something, backpedaling is called the fucking “Delete” button.

But…I’m really tired of guys who act like assholes just because they think it makes them original. - No one here’s trying to be original.  That’s not the point. The point is that it’s mean and funny. I never claimed that I was trying to be original, just funny.

A friend of mine has a husband who is friends with one of these clowns…he just got back from serving in Iraq and I have a soft spot for military personnel, God bless ‘em all. - I did two tours in Iraq, bitch. ‘03 - ‘04 and ‘05 - ‘06.  I’m allowed to say whatever I want about ugly, fat people. And you just asked God to bless me.  So…fuck you.

At one point she said I looked like an albino gorilla.  I have no response to this, just her photo:Seriously?Seriously?

Ummm…are you fucking kidding me? Even if I do look like a gorilla (which I don’t), at least I fucking weigh LESS than a full grown silverback.  I mean, Jesus Christ.  Look at the fucking size of this woman! Her forehead’s so loaded with goo, she can’t even get her eyes open!  And you know what? This is probably the BEST picture she could get of herself!

She then goes on to say a bunch of other shit about men and pretending to be assholes and how I’m terrible and the ugly girl is probably the best I could do anyway and blah, blah, blah.  None of that matters.  Here’s my favorite part, she lists a bunch of shit about herself as some sort of defense mechanism so that no one can make fun of her for them.  So, this is the list she put up.  Pathetic:

1) I’m fat. Not overweight, not with a few pounds of vanity weight. I’m fat. - Pointing out that you’re huge doesn’t mean that people can’t make fun of you for it.  You’re more than fat.  You’re “Die before I hit 40″ obese.  Your profile says you’re 31.  Hopefully your size soon changes to “Die before I hit 32″ obese.  I don’t think the world would be missing out on much.

2) I don’t care what you think about me being fat. - Of course you don’t. Since you’re so obese, you had to stop caring eventually or else you’d let your feelings get hurt.  It’s not that you’re obese.  It’s that you being obese shows what a fucking lazy, slovenly, personally neglectful, piece of shit you are.  Or is it a thyroid problem? Awwww. Hooray for excuses!

3) I’m conservative. - Um. Ok. how is this a detriment or something that someone would make fun of you for? This should’ve said “I’m so fucking retarded that I don’t even know how to list my detriments”

4) I have two daughters. - Please see above.


5) I have a husband.
- Poor bastard. I also bet you have a California king sized bed so that he doesn’t have to touch you. Ever.


6) I’m 31.
- What? OK. Who cares? Let the heart-explosion countdown begin!


7) I’ve never been divorced. -
What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you so bad at this? Also, you’ve probably never been divorced because I’m sure you give some great head.  That’s what fat chicks do.


8 ) I have enough self respect to not wear pants with words on the ass. I reserve the right to retract this statement the minute the check clears the bank from someone who would like to see their ad plastered on my ass. -
I hate that you liked even one of my blogs.  It’s the main reason I didn’t post anything for 2 months.


9) I can laugh at myself….but I’d rather laugh at someone else. -
Really? How’s this for a joke: Your genes and eating habits are going to cause your children to die at a young age.  That’s your fault. Boy, that’s not funny at all. Just true.


10) I’m a genuinely nice person. I like being nice. I’ll be an ass if I need to, but I’d rather be friendly.
- I like being nice, too.  Just not to fat, ugly people who talk to and/or about me. If you were hot, I probably would’ve just let it go.


11) I guess I am more motivated by justice than I said on Monday night, Claudia. Kohlberg knew what he was talking about! ;)
- I don’t know or care what you’re talking about.


12) And I am WAY funnier than either of these ass clowns ever thought to be.
- Of course you are.  That’s why you’ve had a whopping 720 views of your blog since fucking 2004.  That’s an average of 144 readers a year.  You must be awesome!  I mean, you’re really making an impact.

On a side note, I’d like to say that my MOTHER read the “Open Letter to an Ugly Girl” blog and although she wouldn’t admit that she loved it, she did have to admit that it was at least funny.  These blogs are meant to be funny.  Not inspiring, not delving into the human psyche, not a study on social habits of 20 somethings.  It’s funny.  Even in the “About Blog of Man” section, it says exactly this: Blog of Man is meant to be funny. That’s it. Is it mean? Yeah. Is it vulgar? Yeah. Is it funny?  I hope so. That’s the whole fucking idea.

Again, this could’ve been a lot meaner than it was.  I decided to tone it down because this makes me feel just as good as calling her a fat bitch over and over and over again.  I’ll have something new and non-retaliatory for you all soon.  Thanks for reading.

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23
Jul

Workin’ on it

Hi everyone:

Right now Blog of Man is going through some changes.  There won’t be pictures, etc. up for awhile.  Also, Justin is going to write only on a temporary basis now, so the home page is just all of my (Dan’s) blogs until he wants to write something new.  One of the biggest downsides to this is that all of the great comments you guys have left on my blogs were all lost in transition.  All of these changes are going to take me a little bit of time.  Just hang tight and soon I’ll have some great new material for you.  Thanks.

-Dan

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