I'm Groucho

See. This is why you shouldn't have kids. They ask you to do one thing (for example, set up a blog) but then they ignore you, as if the request wasn't theirs. Not a comment even.

Oh well. I like talking into the ether. I'm building my own time capsule. Perhaps, a hundred years from now, when all data from my lifetime - I'm speaking about the sum total of all the words ever written by anyone up until now - I don't know, perhaps billions of terrabytes? (I'm not a computer guy!) - perhaps when all that data fits on a pin head, someone might read this post. And discover my silly little story, my silly little love of the beauty found in nature, my silly little relationship with a daughter who won't communicate with me.

So I'm Groucho today. I'm "he who is grouchy".