Celebrate with me, dear readers, the semi-anniversary of omarphillips.net! It's hard to believe, it seems like just yesterday that I was sitting around, trying to think of something to write so that people will want to read this thing. No wait, it seems like just yesterday when that first happened. Because it did happen yesterday too.

Anyway, it has been a blast. Never in a million years did I expect that I would write anything that would be of any interest to people in different cities, states, countries, hemispheres. I think a blog is the perfect medium for someone like me (who, as I have mentioned, doesn't talk). There are so many things I've gotten to write about on this blog that otherwise would have never made it outside of the walls of the casa de Omar. For example:

This morning, I got the boy out of his crib. I thought he kind of smelled like poop, but it wasn't overwhelming. So I put him on his side, and I tried to take a peek in the back of his diaper without taking it off. What I got was confirmation that he had in fact pooped, in the form of two fingers that now had poop on them. And to make matters worse, my nails needed to be cut, so even after the initial washing of my hands, I noticed that I still had poop under my fingernails. Of course I took care of it, but for several hours this morning, I was afraid to touch anything, rub my eye, pick my nose, whatever. In spite of the several scrubbings, nail clipping, anti-bacterial hand cream, and me immersing my fingers in boiling water, I couldn't shake the image of the fingers having significant amounts of poop on them.

I was typing at someone else's computer later this morning, and I was thinking to myself, "I wonder what this person would think if they knew the same fingers that are all over their keyboard and mouse were, not two hours ago, knuckle deep in poop?"

See what I mean? I wouldn't have normally told anyone about that. Particularly not the person who's computer I was using, who might now be reading this and getting angry with me. Ha ha, your computer had POOP fingers on it! And you touched it all day afterwards!

To the rest of you who did not get mad at me after that story, you've been great. All of you readers have helped to make this enjoyable for me. And the commenters, you have kept me laughing the whole time. As always, I've got something for you.

(I'm pretty sure this will get me sued by General Mills, not just because of their logo, but because the text in the bottom left still says "Cheerios." Give me a break, I was doing this while watching the Apprentice.)

To all you lurkers out there who read but haven't yet commented, speak up! Say hi. Say that you hate my site and you wish it a slow death in the fiery depths of hell. Say whatever you like, because if I don't like it, I can edit your comments and make them sound as rosy and loving as I want. I love Movable Type.

Yes, I'm aware that it's probably not a good idea to encourage commenters by making it sound like I would take pleasure in editing the very comments I'm trying to invite.

So anyway, happy six months to me. Thanks to you.