Good thing we have a nice floor, because I no longer have the strength to lift myself off of it.

Before...


After...




Here's a little game you can play at home:

Say, "Darren's X is sore", where X is any part of the human body, and it will be true!

My powers will floor you

What really makes a superhero a superhero? Superness? Herotivity?

I lifted 1.5 tons of wood tonight.



Over a 1-hour period.


No, no, nosirree no, no exaggeration.

The math: 35 lbs * 32 * 3 = 3360 lbs ~ 1.5 tons.


Spidey, are you feeling some tingling? Supes, set heat vision on kill!

... cause suckas, I'm about to take your jobs!


~ The Caped Marveler ~

(no, no, wait.. umm...)

~ Bastion Watercress ~

(dang it... umm.. aha, got it!)

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~ Slordvakk, The Ikean Warrior ~
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Me hand love cookie!

Evelyn has a unique relationship with my hands. It all started when she was crying in the car one day, and I reached my hand back in a puppet shape and started talking to her in a Cookie Monster voice. This entertained her enough to keep her from crying, and so it seemed like a worthwhile endeavor.




Little did I know, that was only the beginning. Cookie Monster now gets "called out" quite frequently. The most recent example was when I was putting her to bed tonight. I had her give Faithy a hug and kiss, and then me. I was carrying her toward her bed, and she yelled "COOKIE MONSTER!". I didn't figure out what she was saying until she repeated it, and then I dutifully brought out Cookie Monster to kiss her goodnight. She gave him a ton of kisses, and he asked her for some cookies, like he always does. She said she didn't have any, like she always does. He started crying. (like he always does). And, like she always does, she managed to find some and give them to him.

Anyways, I never expect it, and I rarely initiate it, but she'll occasionally just start yelling "COOKIE MONSTER!" until he comes out and talks to her.

#8^)

~ I love being a dad. ~

Final daze

Well, it's almost time to say "guh-bye" to one of my old pals. We've played together for hours and hours, and I won't soon forget the feeling of her cool blackness in my palm.

That's right- it's my last week with my Xbox. I'm passing it on to Brian next time we go home, which happens to be Easter weekend.

Faith bought it for my birthday about three years ago, and it lasted through all the Halo and Halo 2 parties I took it to.

Sayonara, old pal. I'm sure you'll appreciate that, since most your components are made in China. (Chinese components like Japanese goodbyes, right?)




This post is pathetic. :)