tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19731816.post-47468406863698785302007-12-06T08:33:00.000-05:002007-12-06T09:02:03.661-05:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TnrBBZO8Fx0/R1f7Ez8onSI/AAAAAAAAADc/7ZDW0NnmKmw/s1600-h/mixed-tulips-vase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140853559749287202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TnrBBZO8Fx0/R1f7Ez8onSI/AAAAAAAAADc/7ZDW0NnmKmw/s400/mixed-tulips-vase.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">How do you like the new look? The Undaground has a new snazzy template, and I've added a vase of tulips to ratchet up the good chi.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Someday, these two months of emptiness will live in my blog archives as "The Dark Ages of the Undaground". Maybe some Indiana Jones wannabe will unearth the lost books, if they actually exist. (Hint for archeologists: go to the TGIFridays in Sao Paulo, Brazil, walk 44.6 miles due west, then ten steps north. Dig.)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I'd like to address some widespread rumors on where I've been.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">It is not true that I've been in a Sudanese prison for naming a teddy bear Muhammed.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">It is not true that I've been in a foreign country filming next season's Survivor.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">It is not true that I'm running for president in 08 and wanted to limit my digital footprint. (my campaign was only able to raise 22 dollars, and I spent it on cheesecake).</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:arial;">The truth is, work was pretty crazy for a few months and, now, the situation has somewhat stabilized. I figured I needed to fully dedicate myself to the craziness and turn my back on the blog for a little bit, considering my source of income.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">The boy is now fourteen months old, and is walking in such a way that would make any drunken sailor proud. His current obsession is the king of the jungle, so I'm trying to find a wholesaler who sells lion cubs. Am I spoiling him? At the very least, a pet lion would eventually serve as an effective teaching tool about first aid.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">My recent intense grief over the Mountaineers loss to Pitt has subsided, and I've finally accepted last Saturday's gut-wrenching result. I shall never speak of it again on this blog (until I forget that I made that pledge, but not before).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">The Christmas lights are up on the house, and, as usual, I'm reminded of the true meaning of Christmas every year when I thank God that I didn't fall off a ladder or get electrocuted.</span></p><p>I'll be back. (much sooner this time)</p>The Undagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07543071997490723750noreply@blogger.com