Indulge me, if you will, while I mourn the loss of my very best friend and thank whichever ancestor decided it was a good idea to domesticate wolves.

Chase Leonard was born 1 Jun 1998 under a rundown porch outside of Portland, Oregon. Her parents were of pit bull and labrador extraction, her mother being a bitch and her father a bastard. Chase was rescued from these sordid conditions at the age of six weeks and adopted by Julie and Richard Leonard of Seattle, Washington, where she lived until her death on Thursday.

Pure silliness this week, as I spent entirely too much time trying to unravel another one of those familial inter-marriage thingies. (Actually, it was an old one, and I STILL haven’t figured it out.)

While a few of us were pondering the all-too-frequent cousins marrying cousins, widows marrying their brothers-in-law, and other assorted “familial events”… I couldn’t help but flash on a video spoof I’d seen a couple of years ago.

Hey, it COULD happen…

If you stopped by here on Thursday or Friday of last week, you might’ve seen a seizure-inducing splash screen that read “Hacked by Star08.” So, guess what I was doing all weekend?

Yeah, one of the hazards of running your own blog and genealogy database is the occasional intergalactic battle with mindless “bots” (short for robots). That’s what happened last week. A relatively harmless, yet amazingly annoying bot kept bypassing my defenses.

Little bugger…

Wow, look at this willya? Look what I did! (‘Cuz this site really is all about me, doncha know?) I’m too old and cranky to move furniture like I used to, so I re-designed the Web site instead.

The wife and I had this New Year’s tradition for years and years and years, you see… where we would stay home on New Year’s Eve, hiding safely away from all the amateur drunks on the road (‘cuz we were the pros)… and re-arrange the furniture in the living room. It gave us a new look for the New Year! Fast forward to now… we no longer drink (at all), we’re usually in bed by 9, and I’m too cranky to stay up all hours moving the damn furniture around.