Goddamn, have things been happening and stuff going on. Well, as all of you probably know by now, Dale Earnhardt was killed last Sunday at the race in Daytona. I'm a NASCAR fan and I'm sad to see him go, but at the same time, I don't really feel bad. Am I evil because of that? Yes, I feel for his family and for his friends and yes, I don't think the sport will be the same without him, but did I cry? No. Did I feel like a big hole has been ripped in my soul? No. Does that make me an unfeeling, uncaring shit? Maybe, but oh well. I'm sorry that he died, but I'm sure he knew it was a risk that he faced every time he got on the track. I'm sure it's how he would have wanted to go out.

I've been having sexual thoughts about some D-landers. Well, Anenigma, Sinnamon, Harbinger, and Waterbelle to be specific. I think every guy in D-land has had some kind of kinky, wet, wild sex fantasy about Anenigma. If you haven't, then...well, you must be new to D-land. Then, of course, there's Sinnamon. With her constant talk about the poon, vaginas, lovin' the wang and wanting the sex, hey, can you blame me? She's one little hottie that just knows how to push the right buttons. Harbinger and Waterbelle are a little less obvious. Neither one ever has any kind of sexually explicit entries or anything, but still. Harbinger is just cute, 'nuff said, and Waterbelle, who wouldn't be attracted a heart and mind like hers. And her entries where she's "sitting here naked" or "wearing nothing but my big t-shirt"...well, let's just say, I have a very vivid imagination. Torture me, Girl!!! Besides, I'm a guy, aren't we supposed to be thinking about sex all the time anyway? Guess, I'm just a perv. I'm not afraid to admit it. Sue me.

Not much going on in my life right now. Still have Otto, and the wife got all of her finches so now we have a nice little aviary going. Demonchild has lost another tooth and Icebear Jr. is officially crawling and pulling himself up. We've upgraded him from "infant", to "fire hazard". He's proud of himself. He showed me how he can crawl to the couch all by himself and pull himself up, and then made sure I was paying attention to his feats of baby strength by unceremoniously whacking me in the nuts. He just thought this was funny, and the noises that daddy made were histerical. Little bugger...thank god the wife cut his fuckin' finger nails.

I've sort of started working from home, but I've also started a new schedule where I get to come into the office at night. I work Wednesday and Sunday nights in the office, then kind of laze around Mondays and Thursdays, due to the fact that I'm up so late the night before, and then I come into the office for regular hours on Tuesdays and Fridays. I'm hoping, sooner or later, I can just do everything from home and eliminate the whole office thing once and for all. Only time will tell.

I've been back flying again. Missed it. I've got my checkride scheduled for sometime next month so, by the end of March, I should be an officially licensed pilot. Woohoo...come fly the unfriendly skies then, eh? I actually can't wait, but at the same time, I'm scared shitless. Seriously. I've gotten so used to having my instructor sitting next to me, that it's going to be hard to fly without him. I did a solo cross-country and it was one of the hardest flights I've made. Anytime the littlest thing went wrong, I wanted to turn to him and ask "Is the plane supposed to shake like that? Is that black smoke normal? Why does it sound like the engine quit?" But alas, I had to face my fears head on and do it myself. And I did. I suffered from oxygen deprivation because I was stupid and flew above 13,000 feet, but I had a great view of the world. There's really nothing like it.

Well, that's all of my entry for now. I'll try and keep the whiny, mealy mouthed, cry-baby shit out of my entries from now on. If I write something you don't like, then bite me. Just deal with it, fanboy, or I'll sick Gawain's psycho ass on ya. Trust me, you don't want that. So, till next entry. Take care.