Launched

So now that the site is launched, I can talk about the horror of getting it all done, and stuff.
The past 6 weeks have been really fun, and really hard, too. My family has grown to lothe my computer, and I can’t even mention IM to my poor wife…
My step-kids and I have this deal: whenever I curse, I give them a quarter. So if I’m walking into the house and stub my toe, and say, “Ow! Monkeyfucker!”, and they hear me, they just chime, in unison, “Quarter, Wil!”.
Let me tell you something, I’ve just tallied up how much I owe them for the past 6 weeks of site building…the little creeps are going to be able to buy a car!
So far, I haven’t been overwhelmed with emails, but the ones that I have gotten have been SO COOL!
Everyone has had really nice things to say, and lots of people have offered help, and advice. So to you guys, and you know who you are, Thank you!!
A note on the Email situation: we’ve been able to set it up so that it gets delivered right to me, but right now it’s working as a relay, so I can’t reply to anyone. But I’m talking with the cool guys who host me, and we’re gonna fix it.
In the mean time, please enjoy the autoresponse. 🙂

Bowling for Booty

Last night, my brother’s fiancee had a party for him at this REALLY cool bowling alley, near where we grew up. The place only has 8 lanes, and you have to keep score yourself on little sheets of acetate, which get projected up onto the wall…Jeremy decided that he wanted to have a pirate theme, so he called his party “Bowling for Booty”, and made everyone wear eye patches. He also played the ride music from “Pirates of the Carribbean” over and over. And over.
It was really fun. Jeremy’s 25 now.

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