The blog ceased to be one year ago due to a combination of factors. One: Lindsey didn’t buy ankle weights—this will be relevant in the near future. Two: I was going for a big promotion at work which took a lot out of me—self-congratulatory high-five because I got it! Three: Lindsey stopped caring. Four: Lindsey decided to adopt four Sierra Leonian children and figured the time and energy investment in raising them would curtail her enthusiasm for blogging. Lucky for both of us they were very quick studies in diamond mining (who would have guessed?!) and now pay all of her bills which frees up a lot of time for blogging. I always say your best investment is yourself—and Sierra Leonian orphans are an extremely close second—for best return on initial investment. And don’t worry about liquidity, for being people both are shockingly easy assets to unload.
In fewer words: The bulk of the blame for the premature death of the blog belongs to Lindsey. If I were to quantify the blame I would put ≈97.3% at her feet, and the rest goes to WPP.
Without further ado, here is the abridged pictorial of my year:
I work for the government; the more I work for government, the more conservative I become. This picture is of a big project for updating our city web site. People had some very good, well thought out contributions. My contribution was by far the most beneficial to the site--see the large red capital letters. This folks, is why I earn the big bucks.
More of the Magnificent work I do at my place of employment. These are all ways I branch out to the community and my co-workers. My roots are made of the strongest thing known to man--thought to be 896 times stronger than spider silk.
This happened whilst saving a kitten in distress from a grizzly bear that was all hopped up on methamphetamine. This broken ankle was the most traumatic (and tragic) experience of anyone's life, ever. Breaking the bone was a mixed blessing though, without that experience I would have never started the RMEBAAF (Ryan Michael Edwardsen Broken Ankle Awareness Foundation). Our mission is threefold, 1: To stop the spread of broken ankles 2: Use cutting edge technology to find a cure for broken ankles and 3: Raise awareness of broken ankles in first world countries. Our motto: Take the money you were going to donate to AIDS research and give it to this worthy cause instead (sidenote: is AIDS still around? No).
Just one of nine bastard children I sired this year. I really really liked this one so I kept it, most of the rest of them I just threw into dumpsters around Poulsbo, WA. Seriously though, if anyone is looking for an anchor baby, I highly recommend searching around Poulsbo (hot tip: try Wal Mart first).
Moved into a new house! The rest of this picture is self-explanatory I should think so I won't waste finger strokes explaining.
Somewhere between debating whether this economy is just on a temporary downturn or if we're building a completely new (lower) line for the GDP and Lindsey trying to convince me that straight white American men would be caught dead in anything on http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/ (They wouldn't) Linz and I decided we need to compete again. It's good to be back. You're welcome in advance.
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