Revenues haven’t been what I’d hoped for this blog, so I’m turning to the one thing I know will make some dough on the web.
Gosh I have a cute family.
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Tags: brief nudity, driscoll, kirsten, photo
They say every man must face his own personal demons, the skeletons in his closet. I find this unpleasant, as my skeletons are most likely osteoporific (patent pending) and in need of marrow transplants, or at least milk. And who am I to “out” my skeletons? They can stay in the closet if they so desire. I have decided instead to face the closeted skeletons of my friend John Robertson. See, John and I were in SPIRAL together in 7th grade (SPIRAL, incidentally, stands for SPring branch IRAL). This was a program supposedly for talented and creative kids, though I have here provided evidence that they should revisit their vetting process. Most of the smart kids with any awareness of social strata dropped out of the program, but John and I had bigger ideas than simply salvaging any claim to coolness. See, in this class were the heartthrobs of SBJH, the Alford twins, and we saw overwhelming humor as our tickets to their hearts.
With this in mind, we undertook “The Alamo”. We showed ourselves to be not only hilarious, but cultured, delicately juxtaposing Rocky III with Tears for Fears, the Terminator with Hunter. This was to be our Opus, the first step towards a lavish Hollywood lifestyle with the Alfords. Well, curiously, we got a B on the project, and never got a date with the twins (or much of anyone else). But at least we got this video out of the deal.
I should probably mention here that I don’t actually appear in the video. My voice does, and the camera work and editing were all yours truly, but John was our on-screen presence. So, for those of you with 10 minutes to throw away, enjoy…
Tags: alford twins, beeman, geekery, mhs, tears for fears, upper blue, video
What happens when Dad leaves his wallet on the ottoman?
It becomes property of the little fella. Incidentally, that ottoman is Driscoll’s favorite spot to pull himself up and cruise around. However, as shown below, the ottoman wasn’t nearly so alluring after I took my wallet back.
Tags: driscoll
Hello readers! After that 3-post explosion, it was time for a much-needed vacation here at SDWHQ. Blogging, as you know, is hard work.
Today we’re going to take a look at the little guy during mealtime. He is not what you might call a world champion eater. He wouldn’t even make all-district. And when he does eat, he eats weird. Avocado on a Cheerio? I’m pretty creative with my cereal concoctions, but that was a step beyond anything I’ve tried. Fortunately, he tends to enjoy himself.
The early days (as a cannibal)
Trying out spoons
Would you like some of the avocado on my face?
Christmas is kinda freaky
Who needs to eat, it's party time!
The video below shows just how much fun meals can be, if you have the right attitude, and the right amount of food on your chin. Careful! Any imbalance in your attitude or chin food volume can keep you from reaching ultimate bliss, demonstrated here by the little fella.