…to announce something that many of you already know but I didn’t say it on here because I’m lazy and I’ve been pretty busy lately.
It’s been awhile since I rapped atcha, but there’s been significant developments in the area of human development and all that rigamarole. As in: fetal development. As in: Spacebee and I are going to enter the wonderful world of parenthood. As in: we’re having a kid, goddammit. And that makes me wonder how long I’ll be able to keep this stupid website and madddddddddddd’s spacedockin’ adventures out of sight of this kid until they’re at least 45 years old. “Whatever kid, yes, ‘space docking’ is exactly what it sounds like. Now blow out the candles- it’s your 3rd birthday.”
In theory, this Bouncing Baby Whatever will be born January 2nd, 2013. Let’s extrapolate for awhile, shall we?
DATELINE January 2nd, 2023: Whazzmaster is 44 and his child is 10. The Whazzmaster Household, which currently holds five computers per square foot, is in lockdown mode after Child asks Mom what ‘boobies’ are and the decision was made to put passwords on everything up-to-and-including the cat.
DATELINE January 2nd, 2027: Somehow Whazzmaster has paid off his mortgage but that triumph is overshadowed by a more pressing development. Kid has found this very post on whazzmaster and is now asking uncomfortable questions about, well, just about everything that happened from 2002 until 2027.
I’m bored of this conceit now; on to more interesting shit! The UP should be super fun this year, especially if Cal manages to drag hisself across the continent for the excitement.