First and foremost, happy new year! May your 2010s be wondrous and glory-filled. Woop woop to my fellow '89-'90ers as we enter our 3rd decade on this jolly planet-- atta babes!
Enough of this sissy congratulatory bullhunky, though, there is shit to be done!
Healthcare, for one, let's work on that a little, shall we? We absolutely cannot allow a sub-par healthcare bill to pass, at least not without getting fuckin scrappy about it. I swear, if the reconciled House-Senate bill looks anything like the current Senate bill (extra pork for that dummy Ben Nelson, no competition for insurance companies, negative progress on a woman's right to choose, etc.) I will personally saw Washington, Oregon, and Northern California off of the North American continent. No one will have any choice but to let us secede and let us live in latte-sipping, arugula-munching, Birkenstock-wearing harmony.
Far out, man.
Speaking of arugula, this year has been/shall be quite the humdinger: Mom and Dad celebrated their 50th birthdays AND their 25th anniversary, Will is graduating from Whitman College this May, and our in-house publishing company, Bravemouse Books, completed it's first self-published childrens book, The Adventures of Benjamin and Bumper! So duh, we're having a party. Check it out:
Party of the century, people, without a doubt the premier social event of the Spring season. Of all the seasons, really. The Orcas Horns will be grooving way hard, along with Gene flexing those golden pipes of his. Seriously, you should get a load of this guy, he's fantastic. He is one of the few Asians on Orcas and is our resident Radioshack helpful henry, and he can frigging wail on some Stevie Wonder like you wouldn't believe.If you are reading this blog, you are, of course, invited. Bring a sleeping bag.
Speaking of wallabies, it is time for to do the sleeping, is what I am thinking? More soon, cyberbuddies. Toodloo!
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