LB here. Dad’s outside beating on the satellite dish with a couple of wrenches and saying words I can’t find in any standard text, so I’d better work fast. I think I hear ripping sounds.
He feels bad about the lack of content lately, I know he does because he only gets this profane when wracked with guilt and existential angst. But he really has been working, and I think this new book might be something you’ll enjoy if he sticks with it. He’s got a working title now, and while the computer’s free I’ve mocked up another cover for him. What do you think? Personally I’m not in favor: It’s got a Kaczynski feel to it I think he’d do better to avoid. But he doesn’t often listen to my opinions on topics more complex than walkies.
I probably shouldn’t do that, because
the lazy bum (ahem) I mean my beloved lord and master will just go with this instead of finding someone who can make a proper cover. But all that’s in the future. I’m going to keep nosing him in the asscrack to make sure he stays at it, but I’m afraid a side effect of Dad actually working is that Dad becomes rather a dull boy who doesn’t produce a lot of blog fodder with his usual fumblings, y’know?
Oops, I think I hear him coming back. Time to start with the moronic panting again. I’d roll my eyes, but who’d see? The things I do for the furtherance of western civilization, I swear…