Happy Anniversary my dear blog. As of January 1st its been one year. An easy date to remember. Good for me, since I am not known to have a very diligent memory.
I spent the first 6 months of 2016 churning out content viewed by a few of you. Many posts drew houls of laughter from myself. As I tell my virtually entirely international classes of high school students, the jokes I tell in class are mostly for myself. If anyone else benefits then all the better. One local student told me recently, in a gentle tone assuming that I did not realize, that “they” don’t get my jokes. “I know”, I told her. The jokes are just for you and me. Two smiles and 19 blank faces.
I spent the second 6 months of 2016 preoccupied with applying to be a Canadian astronaut and as a result did not blog hardly at all. I made it past the first few rounds and was mentally gearing up for the physical tests that would come next, but it was not to be. Not that I thought I would actually make it as one of 2 astronauts hired from 4000 applicants. But I did hope, actually expect, to be among the last hundred or so going through rigorous testing and competitions as I imagine happens on the reality TV show Survivor, even though I never watched any episodes. I would have been good. A wily old coyote with surprising physical stamina and an overachiever under pressure. But maybe only in my dreams.
Happy Anniversary my dear blog, and Happy 2017. The truth is out there.
DRAGONE out.
I haven’t a clue how popular or obscure Blippi is out there beyond the walls of this house. Not a clue.
As I was innocently looking up the two different spellings of the word donut, so that I can tell you all about how I am beaten down every morning by my 2-year-old to buy him a donut with sprinkles as the only way to get him out of the house so that I’m not late for work …. AGAIN. As I was looking up this cute and innocent bit of information the very first thing that Google gave me was this:
Does this look like an umbrella suitable for a grown man? I ask you readers, in all honesty, what kind of a woman would attempt to humiliate her husband with such cruelty?
The animal in question, seen here on your right, is clearly a horse. A spotted horse, but clearly a horse. I present to you, on your left, an actual giraffe so that you can have a proper comparison .
So picture this. It’s the last day of June. School’s out! DRAGONE is looking at 2 solid months of blogging, working out, taking naps during the day, and eating pizza and chips whenever the fuck he wants. (No staying up late and sleeping in though, there’s still baby DRAGONE who’s schedule has not changed). Ah, but isn’t summer a wonderful time.
Pictured here is the scratch I got from the airbag. I blocked it well, my sensei would have been proud.
It looks like you’re trying to make a statement. So I want my next car to be bright blue. (Mrs. DRAGONE will probably vote grey, and she will probably win).
