A Series of Moderately Interesting Events

I havent updated in a longo time ( as JarJar would say ) and I sincerely doubt whether anyone at all is going to read this anymore, but I shall plod on, and write for my own enjoyment.

In the near month since I've written, a plethora of things have transpired. "Plethora" a Spanish word here meaning a great many things, and used to signify that some of these things did indeed transpire in the Spanish speaking country of Mexico. ( please read as "Meh - Hee - Coh" ... you'll be glad you did ) "Transpire" a word meaning happened , except I used it to feel like I am smarter than the average bear, just like Yogi.

If you noticed that the writing style of that last paragraph was a bit odd, and slightly more explanatory than usual, it is because I've spent the better part of this last week reading Lemony Snicket's ( a.k.a Daniel Handler's ) " A Series Of Unfortunate Events ". Its written with this style throughout to humorous effect, and I find myself now thinking in the word pattern in which it is written. I originally bought the first book ( there are eleven ) with the intention of reading them to my girls, and as any good father would, I decided to read it first to make sure the content was suitable for their ages. It turned out to be fairly macabre. "Macabre" a word which is here used to convey more Edgar Allan Poe than Dr. Seuss. Not horribly so, but enough that they should wait more than  a few more years so as to not get nightmares. But I recommend them to adults that are looking for a darkly comedic kids book.

Anyways, yes we went to Mexico. (  Did you remember to pronounce it as Meh-Hee-Coh? ) It was a blast. We went with a fun group of friends and family, and we rode on jet skis, and I parasailed, which nearly made me soil my trunks. "Soil my trunks" a phrase used here to signify nearly urinating in my swim shorts out of fear for my life, as opposed to staining a large suitcase or perhaps an elephant's proboscis.

Sadly Christopher Reeve ( Superman ) died while we were in ( say it right ) Mexico. He made me believe a man can fly. A moment of silence...

Anyways, more happened, but to write more would be rambling, a word here used to convey going on and on about useless things until you were bored, used in a bit of an ironic way, as you say to yourself: "The entire Blog is that way you silly old fool."

TTFN