I want to be a house-husband. Or homemaker. Whatever you want to call them.
You heard me. The more I run the rat-race, the more this rodent wants to stay home and be a baby factory and scrub toilets, while the Mrs.
I know, this issue has been delayed. It's my entire fault. Mea culpa, mea grandissima culpa. Everyone else submitted their material, and even provided stuff for the next issue.
When people find out I work in the web publishing industry, they showvivid interest. And it's strange, because it seems that everyonenowadays is doing webpages. On my way home I pass four companies thatdo exactly what I do: webpages.
I don't have anything substantial to say this issue. Do I ever? So I'm writing this for the sake of writing it. Not exactly the best reason to write, but what the fuck.
Im not only the president, I'm also a client.
Sy Sperling, President of the Hair Club for Men first uttered thosewords as he held a picture of his old noggin.