I haven't posted anything new lately, because I've been directing all of the energies I would normally put into blogging into sorting my blog into tags. Since the stuff in my blog goes back to its resurrection in August of 2004, this took me quite a bit longer than I thought. (We've also closed on a re-finance, planned Max's birthday, had Mitch & Becky in town - hi, guys - and taken over aspects of Jones' life, namely his truck, gun & dog in the past couple of weeks, so there's been non-blog activity as well, you see.) The Squidbag is now possessed of increased organization, as you will see from the categories below. The way I see it is: If you like this blog but my views on religion bother you, then you can avoid those by switching to some other tag. But probably not. Moving on...
Books, Film, Television, Sports, Current Affairs, Science, Music: All pretty obvious, one would hope. If you cannot divine what's in these, you're retarded, and you should go home and sleep it off.
My Kids: My kids rock, and you have the right to know all about it.
Comics Literature: Because it is.
God and His Minions: I write about them a pretty fair bit, you may have noticed, and I thought I would lump them all into one category, otherwise known as a bitchfest. For those of you who've complained about this one over time; if they'd stop doing stuff, I'd quit writing about them.
Trashing the Government: I do this. It's one of my duties as a citizen. I've put stuff about electoral politics and the military in there, and I know some people will disagree with that, and I would too, if I did, but I don't.
Whining about Pensacola: Self-explanatory. I will say that I briefly contemplated a host of these tags, including Kvetching about Pensacola, Bitching about Pensacola, Pissing about Pensacola, Moaning about Pensacola, and Carping about Pensacola.
Esoterica & Other Shit: These are very nearly - but not exactly - the same thing. Esoterica will, for the most part, contain entries which didn't fit into one of the other sections, but contain useful information anyone can use, IMHO. Other Shit contains entries that didn't fit anywhere else as well, but are so personal or specific as to be useless to anyone but me. If you find an entry about yourself in Other Shit, don't be offended, and if you are, swallow your rage, push into a sack made from your soul, and use your anger to fight vampires.
(my cat cant come in) - Max really wanted to write something in here while I was writing - that's what he chose to put in. Has a very Ralph Wiggum feel to it, but I think he chose to write it because he knows how to spell all those words.