H: [after making some strange face or sound or both] Oh Brad, why am I so weird?
B: I stopped asking that a long time ago.
H: Oh come on, you've met my dad, you're supposed to know the answer to this.
B: Oh right! It's genetic! ... I get my bad sense of humour from my dad.
H: What?!? You've got a fantastic sense of humour!
B: Yeah! I don't know where I got the good part from!
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I can tell you're weird in that good way. :)
By the way, I'm trying to set up Google Reader (because heaven knows I need yet another piece of technological voodoo that I don't fully understand in my life) and I can't find an RSS feed for your blog. Do you have one?
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