The Dawning of a New Era in ZFS! Entertainments
Why the fuck didn't any of you tell me that working AND going to school was like getting gangbanged by a bunch of mean tornadoes in a rocket ship screaming towards the Sun? I've never... literally NEVER... been this busy in my entire life. Granted, for most the last ten years I've done everything in my power to avoid any kind of responsibility and, in doing so, have basically laid around drunk in a fart cloud for a decade, but still... BUT STILL.
As I've mentioned before, this busyness has precluded any sort of blogging. However, the winds of change are a-blowin' here in Arlington, TX. See, the thing is this:
I got a new phone.
A fancy fucking new phone all shiny like a robot right before it destroys a major metropolis. It does tricks, yo. It sends emails and has a touch screen and Tetris and it brings me fresh linens when I soil mine in the opium den and it makes a mean PB&J. But the BEST part about my new phone is that it's also a digital camera. And I can email those pictures directly to this blog! Or, you know, basically.
Soooooo... suddenly, it just got a whole lot sexier up in here! At least with regards to my ability to update ZFS! in a more timely fashion. There is, quite frankly, nothing particularly sexy about me or my situation this morning. My room, for one thing, might not smell great. Also, I'm wearing a pair of XXL running shorts that appear to be stained with last night's BBQ sauce. Not a metaphor. When I throw down on some ribs, the sauce be flyin'. Am I right, ladies???
Anyway, so yeah. I'm going to start taking pictures of things and posting them here and we can all have a big gut laugh together. Also, I've missed you guys. Not blogging has been totally gaybones.
But enough about me. Let's get a photographin'...
For the inaugural pic, I thought about taking a picture of a Texas flag waving stoically in the breeze, or maybe a high-quality shot of my ball sack, but in the end I decided to go all left-field on your asses and present you with this:
My Creepy Care Bear Bank