Every time I start a new job (which has been quite a few times) I predict that that it’ll be curtains for semi-frequent, moderately coherent posting here. And then I always find a way. I’m only two days into my latest career venture (that’s a gazillion times more tolerable than anything in recent history) and I fear that pockets of daylight free time might be a distant memory for real. And I was hoping to get more articles in print for 2007. We’ll see. I think I need to curb my TV watching habit. Last night was my first Monday since August that I didn’t have to work until midnight (though I would use that often quiet shift to get shit done) so I binged on crap like Heroes, 24 and Flip That House. How do people with children get anything done (I’m not being facetious)?
Speaking of bundles of joy, my day was especially brightened this morning when I glanced at the New York Times, only to see my latest bete noire vilified with more medical evidence. If something’s in the Times, it’s got to be true: old dads are creating a generation of retards. So there.