As whatever it is that has infested our intestinal tract here at casa de protein wisdom continues to ebb and flow — with an emphasis on the flow — we as its hosts and servants continue to muddle on and through, serving as parent volunteers on school field trips, wrestling coaches, tournament-grade wrestlers, and an extraordinarily powerful 19-month old who, though he’s been battling the the runs, continues to amaze the rest of us by moving chairs, lifting boxes, and finding ways to (swear to God) open up plastic clamshell packaging to get to a cinnamon roll he simply had to mutilate with a plastic fork.
Honestly, if he came home one day with a stable of baby hookers and was their baby pimp daddy, it wouldn’t surprise us in the least (though as parents we would naturally disapprove).
Anyway, December marks the end of protein wisdom’s 12th year, each one bringing new achievements to the art of hyperbole and scaremongering, and each one showing a dogged tenacity when it comes to putting off readers. And yet, it’s still here — poisoning the political discourse and hopefully giving some of the more successful folks in this field a bit of headache when they do, in fact, deserve one.
This last month has been a rough one, and nothing in my belly makes me feel like December is likely to be a whole lot better. But I’m going to try. And if that’s good enough for Sisyphus, it’s good enough for me.
Thanks in advance for your contributions!
Thanks, Blake!
Thanks, Di!
Thanks, Bill Q!
Thanks, SDN!
I was going to make an allusion about alcohol being preferable to a bird picking out your liver until I realized I was confusing Sisyphus with Prometheus.
I might be willing to donate $100 this month if everyone would try to refrain from responding to the hellomynameissteve collective for more than one or two responses a day.
I’m in, bgbear.
Thanks, McGehee.
Thanks, Jonah C!
Thanks, Roger H!
Thanks, Geoff B!
Thanks, Anthony V!
Thanks, palaeomerus!
Thanks, Arthur L!
Thanks, Lee P!
Thanks, Terry H!
Thanks, Silver Whistle!
Thanks, Darleen!
Thanks, Pablo!
Thanks, John B!
Guess it’s time to recharge my account, Jeff. I’ll try to shame steve into contributing.
Thanks, RI Red!
Thanks, serr8d!
Thanks, Daniel R!
12 years? I’ve only been here since 2001
oh, wait…
Thanks, Blitz!
Jeff, 19 momths old is a great age. Talking ( in a fashion) walking and generally being a ‘dillo. You gotta love it!!
Thanks, cranky-d!
Thanks, Patrick C!
thanks, sdferr!
Yea, yeah,yeah. Don’t get all maudlin on me Goldstone. Just take the money.
Thanks, Bill S!
Thanks, Mueller. (See? No exclamation point! Oops…)
Just because you can’t spend this doesn’t mean it’s worthless: Timmah! steps on a rake.
Oh, that was epic. Nothing but crickets chirping from the direction of timb’s IP address.
But it’s only been a whole day. He might still be sleeping in his mom’s basement. It can be dark down there.
That and beer are proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
Thanks, Gregory F!
Thanks, Will P!
Timmah always steps on rakes. He just thinks those are his peeps giving him slaps on the back, only they keep accidentally hitting him in the face. But it’s the thought that counts.
By the way, I’ve been coaching and recovering, and I have a great Satch story to tell. Think Karate Kid.
Thanks, guins!
Thanks, Steve S!
Thanks, Squid!
Thanks, Evan C!
Thanks, bh!