Reflection: A Man's Duty

I grilled tonight. Yeah, I know. There's not much like standing outside in 20 degree weather listening and smelling meat cook on the grill racks.

"Grilling in January?" you might ask, to which I'd reply, "Yes."
Again you question. "Isn't it a little dumb to be out there grilling in 20 degree weather in January??"
"Perhaps," I'd say. "But it doesn't matter, because when you're a man, you don't care about what time of the year you're grilling. A man's grill is the equivalent of a woman's kitchen. It's their life-long love. And you never ever abandon that love, even when wind gusts of 30 mph are beating you down. No-- no, you never back down. You take that wind, you take that coldness, and you wrap it in your bare fist and you rip the head off and then you shove it down your throat. You see, men were made for roughness. We eat that cold so no one else has to. You say we have cold hearts. That's the price we pay for your warmth. But that's alright. We were here to serve, and likewise, we were here to grill. So don't go questioning me on the stupidity of my idea to go grilling in January. It's a man's duty, and someone needs to fulfill it."

"Want some pork?"

et tu, brute?

New Year's Eve

candycanes. [a camera test]

weeelll... my face is a little cut off here. sorry bout that.

It's like the end of the year. OH I should blog about this.

I should really write a meaningful blog post about the end of 2011 and the start of 2012!!! Yeah, it's because all the cool kids do it, and I want to be cool. So here goes!

This year was pretty great! I did a lot of cool thi-PPFFFTTT. wutajoke.

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Aaah, another year over, and what have I done? Not much at all. I'm still not dictator of Madagascar, I haven't won the Olympics, and worst of all, I haven't made a hamster farm yet (not the place where you farm hamsters, silly. think of an ant farm-- except with hamsters). But you know what? I still have another year to go. This next one brings a lot of promise and potential with it. I hope I can use it to the best of my abilities.

I could use the time to collect all the cat litter necessary for the farm.

I really like my bed.

My bed. It's like a black hole of wonder. 

and

Sleeping on it is pure bliss.

What these days do to me...