Anarchy in the Y-K

Delta, that is.

Like father, like son...

Anarchy, it might not be such a bad idea anyway. Theoretically. But then again, anarchy could be used to describe life in the Alaskan bush, and here we are leading the nation in unenviable ways.

I've noticed that all our blogs have become about either little Paxson Revel or movies we've been watching on DVD. Well, that's pretty much the kind of adventures we've been having recently. We love it. The adventures of family-hood!

To those of you who agree with David Cross, we apologize.

Here's Boo, trying to eat my bicep. It can keep him distracted for about 15 minutes, but I just can't compete with Mom. I guess I should not be too stoked about my bicep being soft enough to be confused with a boob, but hey, that's why I'm on a 21 day challenge right now. Incidentally, it's day 14, and I'm still weighing in at 220. But, I feel much fitter.

Both the Cats and the Griz in the playoffs today. Terrorstorm and Warren Miller on deck for the DVD entertainment for the weekend. Plus books, letters, comedy, and some living room Feng Shui manipulations. Then, after a weekend of joy, back to the grind - where I've been assigned some very serious cases. (Attempted - which is still an unclassified felony, punishable by 99 years). I'd blog about it, but it's too much of a downer.