E. Gary Gygax (1938 – 2008). R.I.P.
(if you must ask, you wouldn’t understand).
And so we start again:
Read to date, in roughly reverse chronological order:
Yup, a decade. Ten years of wedded bliss (more or less) with my better half.
I love you, babe.
In honor of the soon-to-begin school year, I give you this.
the love of my life is aging beautifully.
Happy Birthday, m’love. May the coming year only increase your charm.
Anything I could write here would fall far short of expressing the gratitude you all deserve (especially you).
“America believes in education: the average professor earns more money in a year than a professional athlete earns in a whole week.”
(from Quotes of the Day)
Ugh. As I write this, I’m sipping bad car dealership coffee waiting for the clerks to start processing the purchase forms on our new car. Yep, it’s not a enough to move, we have to buy a new car as well. Actually, it happened the last time we moved, too; we just waited four months instead of one then.
I shouldn’t feel too bad about things. The Passat was starting on a “rinse-repair-repeat” cycle. And while the much-ballyhooed “German engineering” meant the car held together nicely, it also meant it had to be disassembled to do any repair or maintenance work. Have you seen what repair shops charge for labor these days? That puzzle work before and after the actual repair work can get mighty costly. Add in VW’s recommendation that the Passat drink only the finest of premium petrols and operating costs start to detract from it all.
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