Almost 200 posts in four years

Really, it's been just under four years since we started this blog. 50 bits of stories each year for that long. What is it that makes up a life, anyway? Are most moments dull and drab and just a handful are worthy of telling about? Is it just how we see them?

These are questions that I have. I've also wondered if, when I'm writing, I'm missing out on living. One thing I am sure of, after asking these questions for two decades (that's about how long it's been since I was sixteen!) is that I spend too much time on surfing crap on the web, hanging out and (most of this next one is past tense) inebriated to worry about the entirely constructive activity of writing.

Dying to tell. That was what Mark Flanigan called this drive. Driven by it and away from it. The muse is a fickle mistress.

- Steve

Got Milp?

So I'm getting out of the shower and Uly sees a pimple on my side and asks, "Milp?"

Then he points to my nipple and asks, "Milp?"

And I smirked and said, "Sure baby, come here and nurse from Daddy."

He looked disgusted and shook his head and ran away.

:)

- Steve