My Addled Brain

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Riding the roller coaster that is this website these days, I bring you the following news.

Keeping up with the Joneseseses - stopped by the home of David and Dori last night to visit, and finally meet Emma Grace. She’s absolutely beautiful - a bright, attentive, funny young girl with a friendly disposition, wonder in her eyes, and a shoelace fetish. To look at her, you wouldn’t even begin to suspect that she has had health problems. Unfortunately, no one has been able to pin down exactly what has been causing her issues, so until a diagnosis decided upon, all we can do is enjoy her presence with us, and bask in her smile. David and Dori are doing well - hell, David’s lost 50 pounds and is back in Tae Kwon Do, which is more than I can say for myself.

I was listening to Romie yesterday, and heard this really wonderful story about Jake Porter, a mentally handicapped senior in high school, his coach, the opposing team’s coach, and a spectacular touchdown. I could tell you the whole story, but I think the link does a much better job. It’s those kind of stories that can restore a person’s faith in humanity.

Had my last test yesterday - an echocardiogram. This one also involved me not moving - but at least this time I could watch a fuzzy representation of my heart beating in real time. It’s pretty cool, actually, and thirty minutes later I was walking out the door. My results are back - clean bill of health. So, for the last time:

I am fine.

Robby seems a bit perturbed by this. Well, considering he’s a giant robot, hell bent on dominating the planet, yet he can’t open a door by himself, you’d be right in thinking he’s perturbed in general, but this seems to have him in even more of a foul mood.

* Bah! You hu-mans are all the same. You get a robot’s hopes up, then proceed to dash them against the rocks. *

Hopes? What, you were hoping I was going to die?

* Of course not! I was just going to wait for you to pass out again so I could take some compromising photos of you and use them to blackmail a new and bigger Secret Evil Robot Lair out of you. *

New? Bigger? You think my closet qualifies as some sort of secret lair? Ha! Who are you, Dr. Evil? You gonna hit me for One Meeelion Dollars?

* I wish. You’d have to actually have some money to do that, however. I was actually just going to use it to get you to drive me to a nearby storage place - I could set up there, and the rent is cheap! *

Evil and thrifty. Look out Torgo!