I'm an Uncle!

A couple of days ago, I sent my brother an e-mail wishing him a happy birthday. I postulated in the e-mail that he probably had a low-key birthday due to the impending labour of his lovely wife Kat. The following day I received his reply. As it turns out, his birthday was anything but low key. Kat gave birth to their son, Max. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the concept that my brother is now a Dad. Don't get me wrong. I have every confidence he's going to be a great father. It just feels strange right now. As an Uncle, I have the coolest role of all. I get to be the one to corrupt him. Bwah hah hah hah hah!!!! Max, someday when you're old enough to read this, I just want you to know if you ever need to call someone in the middle of the night to ask them to bail you out of jail, give me a call and I'll come bail you out. I'll make fun of you, of course, but I will bail you out. Peace out!

Winning the War on Terror

Ok, so here's my idea to help win the war on terror. You trademark the Taliban's name and then apply it to a bunch of frivilous consumer goods. Things like Taliban Troll Dolls, or Talibran Cereal. Try Talibran Cereal! With so much fibre it feels like there's a Jihad in your colon! Hopefully, the Taliban will be so embarrassed and disheartened by all of this that they'll lose the will to fight and just give up. Hey, it could happen.