Author: Backpacking Dad

On the way home from Baby Loves Disco tonight it was requested of me by my lovely wife that I stop at the market to get some baked beans and some barbecue sauce to make some chicken breasts that tasted like barbecue sauce. I was inclined to acquiesce to her request. My grill is out…

Or, reason number 143 why you shouldn’t click on any Twitter links after 11pm. @karlerikson, aka Secondhand Karl, tweeted a link to this pretty daunting video. On Youtube. I’m sure you’ve all wandered down Youtubian roads and ended up in unexpected places. But dammit, I had to go to sleep. Nevertheless, I clicked. And watched….

So, for those who aren’t “in the know” (which, by the way, is a fantastic expression, noun-ifying as it does “know”) I have started writing in a new blog. Because I have so much unfettered temporality that I can sit around and write in yet another space. While much of the point of this here…