Whoa Whoa Whoa!

Who let Grandpa C near the computer again?  

You know how worked up he gets around shiny buttons and advanced forms of technology.  I leave the room for one minute/week and proverbial shit-take mushrooms hits the electronic breeze-producer.  Very irresponsible of you fellow chauns.  You know how dangerous it is letting Grandpa C expose his rapidly deteriorating mind to an unprepared populus.

Bad chauns.  

Grandpa, please stop handing out Werther's for the remainder of the evening.  

And look at him.  So cold in lonely is his recliner.  Feebly wrapped in the remains of an aged quilt, one which appears as though it could have come from the bottom of a Cracker Jack's box.  Or possibly redeemed for several thousand Tootsie Pop wrappers, you know, the ones with the Indian poised to shoot down a celestial body with his mere bow and arrow.  Oh what unabashed optimism my naive Indian brother!

Oh my, what a rude Chaun I have become.  I have failed to introduce myself.  Well with no further ado...  

Ahoy fellow literates! Congratulations on being able to combine groups of letters in order to decipher words.  This blog is going to fit into your life quite nicely (as long as you greatly value trivial ramblings).  

For the record, this is young Wily Chaun, who also responds to Funluvin chaun, Shotmakin chaun, Deep/shallow chaun or even "cars tryin drive."

Again I apologize for my absence.  I was halfway across the neighborhood, again entranced in my lifelong quest for the perfect apple.  I thought I had finally discover it too by the way, until, upon further inspection it lacked the single, kelly green, leaf that protrudes from it's perfect stem.  Not to mention it also lacked a wide-eyed, smiling worm (that may or may not be wearing tiny glasses, spouting propaganda about an-apple-a-day, or how fun it is to read).

More you ask?

I am 25 going on 2 & 1/2.  

I am legally homeless, therefore I do not actually exist.  More a memory than a man.

I am also a hopeless romantic who has yet to be properly diagnosed.  A qualified pro-bono publico pediatrician is so hard to come by.  Recommendations?

Well if you'd pretty-please accept my apology I'll do my best to make sure Grandpa C doesn't get too carried away with the "fancy Internet box" again.  We do all agree that his slow slipping into senility not be exposed for the world to see.  Good thing this blog is only viewed by fellow chauns and the occasional middle-school library goer who is merely doing research for a paper on Werther's candy.

Until we meet again, may the Chaun be with you.