Well, we’re back on the mainland. I’ve just spent the last week running around San Francisco trying to stay warm. Now I’m at the Oakland Airport waiting for my flight down to San Diego, where I’ll be staying for the next few weeks while I generate some interview requests from Bay Area companies. I’m looking forward to spending some time with my brother and my nephews mostly. I’ve missed a great deal of my younger brother’s milestones including the birth of his youngest son, Damian. It will be fun getting to know him, now that he is a little older than the last time I saw him (during the terrible twos). Kids don’t really become fun to deal with until they’re around 5 or 6 when they start questioning everything and everyone. Up until then they’re pretty much just shit manufacturers. I know some of you parent types will disagree with me, thinking your little angel is/was different. Let me be the first to break it to you… your child isn’t special unless he/she wears an impact helmet and drives a mechanized wheelchair.
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This parent type agrees. The younger years are tough. I have no desire to do that ever again. But, now my kids are like… people. It’s pretty cool!
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