I can't think of a funny or clever title for this post.

Adult life can be pretty readily broken down into thirds. The first third is the third you spend asleep or in some form of waking coma. The second third is devoted to your job. These two thirds are in some way or another going to account for at least 16 of every 24 hours of your existence. Being a parent is basically a way to say "1/3 of my life is too much free time! I need something to do!"

Yes, it's been a piece since I wrote anything. It's the end of the school year, and with exams for graduate classes, a move to Brooklyn, and all the usual time eating activities (cleaning vomit, Yo Gabba Gabba and arc welding), I haven't felt particularly inspired to write anything much lately. Call it writer's block. Call it still being pissed that my Adsense account got canceled, stealing $50+ with it. Call it lazy. Just don't call it Henri. French names are retarded.

But forget all that noise, man. It's summmmmaaa tyyyyiiiimmme! Brooklyn definitely has more green space (and really, more space) than Manhattan, so Mr. Man got to roll to Washington Park, which was built on the site of the Battle of Brooklyn during the American Revolution. Not that any of that history B.S. matters when you look this damn good: