The Independence DMV. They are bastards. Or at the very least, the fat bitch that was my interface with the agency today was.

Warning, my language in this post is "colorful".

My license expired. A few month ago, actually, but since it only happens every four years it's the sort of thing that can slip by. I've known about it for a couple weeks now, but I also knew that I was moving shortly, so I decided to wait until after the move to get it renewed, lest I end up paying the fee for a new license twice.

Okay, so it's been a long time since I've updated. Many, many things have been going on. Firstly, you should know that the plans for getting a new home have been put on hold until our credit clears up - that or until someone wants to buy us a house. We certainly don't have enough credit to pull it off ourselves.

When last I told you guys what was up, the thing that was up was my affection for videography and filmmaking. Well, my plate of projects grew full quickly. But first, during dinner last night I said the following, which was almost poetry:

For a word that describes a word's
propensity to sound like a sound,
onomatopoeia isn't.

Vickie and I got a chuckle out of that.

Oh hey, look at that. I've got a website. I guess I should put up some stuff.

Mike's been in town this week and he and I had dinner at Hooters on Monday night. It was an eye-opening experience, but probably not in the way that you're thinking. I have one thing to say to every girl that works in Hooters: Eat a damned sammich. I would have found the girls there much more attractive if they'd had a few more natural pounds on them - most of them looked like they were in danger of snapping in half if an unexpected breeze hit them while carrying a tray of beer.

A car on the road today in front of me set me off in a few ways, which is what inspired this post actually. So, without further ado, let's talk about some basic truths in life.