Dear Brother

I actually thought about writing a poem for my brother’s birthday just now. Just because of how I titled this entry. It sounds like a good title for a poem, doesn’t it? But it wouldn’t be a normal poem, of course. It would have been riddled with childish wit, immature and gross humor, interesting childhood gems regarding bowel movements…you know, the stuff that true brotherhood is made of. However, I decided that it would’ve taken too much effort. And, since I’m writing this birthday blog in his honor, I thought I should keep it in his spirit…and be lazy myself.

So he’s now 29, showing his age. Oh wait, he looked like he was 29 when he was in high school…nevermind. But I guess that’s not so bad. Because now we can say he still looks young. “Hey, Henry! Wow, man, you haven’t changed since high school!” For me, they say, “Dude…what the hell happened to your face?!” Well, he’s verging on 30 and still not married. Not even a girlfriend. Hellooo…any girls out there…ya want him?

Well, this birthday blog entry is quickly turning into a roast, so I better quit while I’m ahead. But hey, at least it got me off my butt to blog again. My long absence was no doubt due to my visit back home, then coming back and playing too much, then having too much work to do because I was playing too much, and then just feeling too lazy. So yeah, no good excuses. Argh, I still have to post pics and videos…

But before I end this, I’ll mention a few things that might trigger some joyful (or is that rueful?) memories of our childhood. So there was: sledding and biking at Wood Oaks, Christmas nose-barf, fragrant essence in front of face while watching TV, crushed bicycle at convenience store, uncontrollable laughter at dinner table, crushed NES but ALSO hiding in the dark from grandma, making snow planes, fart transfer WITH butt-flexing countermeasure, returning games at babbage’s, shovel spanking, taekwondo sparring in basement, king’s quest, Just for Fun, Pontiac 6000 close the garage door, duck face, head-cutting pictures…