Get yer minds out of the gutter, people! Rocky and Bullwinkle! You people...

One year ago today, my baby brother died in the hospital, never having regained consciousness after being run down in front of the high school.

I am providing links to two blog entries I made about the ordeal, one the night he died, and one from 7 weeks later. The entry from 7 weeks after the fact was mostly my reflection on the man my brother was becoming.

The Death of Michael Galyen

Yesterday... and... Tomorrow

It's that time again, folks! National Novel Writing Month is November, and it's time to begin thinking about your projects! Now, don't start them until the start time, but it's okay to outline what you wanna do or such.

Due to being distracted by homework and internet woes, Dear Diary -- and anything other than Shortcuts!, really -- will have to wait for now. Sorry.

But Birthdays have been a pretty miserable time most of my life. They've either been completely without any kind of celebratory anything, or else turned out badly. There was a single exception to this.

Now, while the first few birthdays I don't remember exactly, I have vague "snapshot" pictures in my brain of some things that I've had explained to me over the years. WARNING! Some of this stuff is pretty horrible, and may trigger people with any kind of sensitivity to child abuse, rape, etc.

This is the week that I have to take care of all the myriad things that you must take care of after moving. Register to vote, change of address, find a physician, scope out where the good local shopping is, follow the nose to the best local food...

So.

I will not be able to get here until sometime Monday late evening!

Moving day is tomorrow aftah-newn.

Okay, it was delayed today due to a power outage from around 11am until about an hour ago. Updated now, though.

Okay. Now that I know for a fact

I'm sorry. I will be recovering from life for a bit. Not leaving, I'll still be around, I'll still do Shortcuts!, but I'm being squashed.

I will resume regularly scheduled parts of stories. Sorry about the delays. LIfe is kicking my tail. Again.

The Preview of Sk8r Grrls Comix that we posted with the pix of Annie and Andy reading in the windowbox has hit 10,000 hits!

Wanna See?

I am back.

I am in vast amounts of pain.

Things did not go nearly as well or smoothly as planned and hoped.

I enjoyed myself for the most part.

I must rest.

News likely this afternoon or evening.

I will be going out of town tomorrow morning (Tuesday 2008-6-24), and as such, Karen Page will be handling Shortcuts! while I'm gone. I will be back on Tuesday the 1st of July at the latest, but until then I cannot promise regular updates of Dear Diary or anything else I'm working on. I will try to log in and make sure things are going well, but I really don't know!

George Carlin has died at age 71.

That's what the title of this blog is all about... he gave us the "Seven Dirty Words You Can't Say On Television" and the three auxiliary words. I listed the seven (minus vowels) and the last three are the auxiliary.

With that vowels intact that would be:
Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, Tits, Fart, Turd, Twat