So, I randomly came across my father on the internet. Someone clued me in on having found a picture of him, so I checked it out. Given that I’m pogle, I’m sure you can figure out which one on the page is him with a little thought.

Upon seeing him, I sent the link to Michele as well. My only comment after confirmed that it was indeed my long alienated father was “I hardly recognized him, but the bastard stole my haircut/facial hair style.”

Michele promptly tried to spew the oreo+milk she was currently consuming all over her keyboard and monitor. Payback for laughing at me when I tried to drown myself via water bottle earlier, methinks.

I’m working on a post on the Nickelback/Puddle of Mudd concert from last Saturday, I’ve got some notes jotted down but I really haven’t got time to write anything extensive yet, unfortunately. Eventually…