No one likes my style

Today I found myself making a birthday cake. Turns out my mail order wife is turning 16 so I’ve got that going for me. Just kidding, she’s actually a year older than me and she is not a mail order bride. She was just on heavy medications when she said “yes”

Making the cake, which I screwed up in every way imaginable, brought back memories of my birthday this year. Way back in August.

Here’s the setup: While I have time to crank out a cake of questionable construction my wife doesn’t. Kids like to pick out cakes. So my wife lets our kid pick out a cake for me at the local Target. He gets to pick out the style, the theme and add whatever words he wants. He’s six so you can imagine what you’ll get. I got the following this year:

The child went with the predictable six year old stuff. Spiderman, chocolate cake and so forth. But for the words he didn’t pick “Happy Birthday” or anything standard. Cause apparently I’m raising a wise ass of epic proportions.

So you’re wondering where he got that or you’re thinking that kid is pretty smart for only six, no one does like Chris’ style! The truth is he stole the line from Homestarrunner.

So I beat him pretty good for stealing copyrighted work and all.

For you old school folks:
Seibold’s sites of seminal sustenance
(okay, I’m not even sure that makes sense)

Save Fred
It is gameish!

I think I used to do more than one link.. How about:
Assembler?

Still not enough. The Secret Life of Machines should keep you busy.