- Fatherhood. Check. (1, 2, 3, etc.)
- Learning to play music. Check.
- Improving my fitness. Check.
- “Greatest hits” from my old website. Check.
- Reliving past glory:
I also expanded on this day-one comment:
you should not get the idea that fatherhood put an end to my adventures; on the contrary, it’s my biggest one yet
But I never posted any of my “clever movie-connections puzzles,” so expect to see some of those in the next few weeks.
It’s fitting that on this anniversary, I’ve found ways 12 and 13 that I’m like primordial blogging inspiration Ken Jennings:
- Like me, he recently blogged about artwork he created for his kids;
- Like me, he recently taught his older child to ride a two-wheel bicycle and blogged about it.
And now, to mark the occasion, a few parting thoughts from the Bob-o-matic:
Thinking of upgrading your conventional picture-tube TV to buy a box of detergent powder from a bunch of cops standing around outside and asks the driver got a stern talking-to from some prudish supervisor at work? Did you know about that scene without picturing the camera away from the shadow of the Jedi wish to take the ferry to where he was making me have. It was hard, very good, ’cause you ain’t got charm. The last century, and matzo meal, or those with whose wit and wisdom I could start. When a train came, his own creation, but that was what allowed capital to be ruled by fear. Fight Club, I knew. Oh well, considering that, when I started to become a drag race — which made me finally to disconnect my cable TV provider, complaining about the nuances and complexities of the existing Star Wars on DVD, the girls got in that film gave me a grievous injury at the Primadonna again will be reinforced when we discovered that the story.