"I'm Moving on Up..."-Primal Scream

So welcome to my mobile blogging experience. I'm typing on a foreign computer with no frills. And when I say "no frills" I mean sans technological leaps like cut&paste, and spellcheck. Yeah, no spellcheck. Sorry, you might as well reach for the dictionary now cuz things are gonna get--we'll call them "special."

Cool! It also appears I need to do an HTML edit to add a space break between paragraphs. You like space breaks, so I'll add them. It's just the type of personal experience you've grown to expect from your friendly Rob blog. This is a learning experience. This Rocks! Well, at least rocks as in, "I'm computing on a rock. Somebody hit me with one, please."

NO! don't take me seriously! It was a joke. I swear...
Why is MyUnwife here with a hunk of granite?

This is me adapting. In the old days man typed on manual typewriters, until the forests begged for mercy. Then one man heard their cry while roasting marshmellows, and created White Out. The world rejoiced, and the one man built a log mansion with the remaining trees. Several forests and Bill Gates' billions later, we've entered the computing age.

It's evolution. It's man looking to adapt to his world. That's how I spent the last year: adapting. It got tough too, because my world was a Jenga pillar. Everybody watching and waiting for the that one piece to be removed: the one piece to send the babble tower into a table jumble. So far, I've kept the babble up--much to my reader's chagrin.

I've adapted to my divorcing world. Divorce. That's the scaly muck slider I'd evolved into. Kingdom, phila, genus, and species. It's how my world defined me. The pre-dawn of man-Rob belly crawler. If I were in a museum of unnatural history, I'd have been the blinking eyes hiding in the shrubs in the dinosaur diorama. You could say the dinosaur represented MyUnwife, but that would be you saying that, not me. To me, she'd be the beautiful illy rustling in the breeze; she's still behind me with a rock.

So this is where I am. I'm not happy that she's behind me with a rock; we used to rock hunt the slow tourists together. Now I'm the slow tourist. I don't belong in her world anymore, and she's erased herself from mine. The link between the two is missing. Sorry, my humor still hasn't evolved.

Now, I've shaken off the scales and learned to walk upright. I'm still a little furry, but that's nothing a razor and a good set of nose tweezers can't fix. My world is now my dog, my house, and my car. The dog and house have been getting alot of attention lately, so the car is jealous.

That's why I'm mobile blogging. I decided to get my car a check up. Give it the attention it desires before it gets snippy.

I'm moving on, just like dinosours adapted to the ice age and moved on. Oh, that's probably a bad example, but you get the idea. I'm good, and now. I'm beyond struggling for survival. I'm thriving. Now if I can just learn to duck when MyUnwife hurls that slab of granite.