I dunno...that makes me think I ought to get a copy of PENTHOUSE and some Jergens hand lotion, and be sixteen years old...

I thought being married would mean I wouldn't have to..

Still, others do it by listing what they consider good qualities about themselves, what they feel they do well, or are pretty moral about...

Hey, I can do that....

I'm getting better at using computer programs to alter pictures. I rather like the MINDMISTRESS picture above, where MM is "fading out"---actually, clouding men's minds so they can't see her, a la the Shadow...I think the effect looks halfway decent.

For a change.

I'm a Luddite about drawings, wanting to do them the old-fashioned way, but I'm learning, slowly and surely, I'm learning...

Someone at work tried to make a html file (web page) on our intranet, and unfortunately, used the convert-Word-document-to-web-page function. Not only did his page have ten times more code then they needed, shouting AMATEUR! but some of his links didn't work correctly.

He asked me which web editor I used when I told him what changes needed to be made, and I answered,

"Notepad. Or Edit Plus."

"Wow! You're doing it the hard way!"

Not when I get it right the first time, I don't, I thought but didn't say. This was an extremely smart guy, a good friend, and he can program rings around me. Yet html is not his thang.

It's my meat. At least at work. There are people who can write rings around me in html and xml on the web, but I'm the best one at work at that.

Including our web designer.

I'm a fairly good father. I genuinely care and help for my kids. Eric is going swimming with his class tomorrow. That should keep him from any of his screaming---in his next life he might as well be a dolphin.

I think I also make a fairly good husband. I not only love Barb, but I'm her friend, and we're very--- comfortable--- with each other.

I suspect a lot of old marrieds feel the same way that I suspect we both feel about each other---that it would be just too much to look for someone else, to break in someone new, to get used to their habits and ways...

It's a good thing Barb and I found each other. If I'm having a midlife crisis (and I don't think I am) it's definitely not affecting my attitude towards her...

I'm a fairly tolerant person, yet don't let my brain fall out in such an orgy of non-judgementiveness that I don't have any standards. I'm religious, but don't let my religion carry me to fanaticism.

There are very few things that could drive me to kill someone---save in self-defence or defence of my family.

I'm not handsome, I'm not rich, and I guess I'm not modest. Yet I'm...

Fair, I guess.

I still don't see what Barb sees in me, though. Which may be just as well...