Right off, I bet you're wondering, what in the world is a Troglodad?
Well, it's a contrived attempt at humor. Oh, and a made-up word.
See, I'm a regular Cromagdude, a modern caveman, married with a wife and kids. I don't have a cave to shelter in, but I do have a basement. And basements are the modern caveman, or Cromagdude's, 21st century cave. Alternatively the garage would work as well.
Taking a note from some brainy book I once read, I remembered that a "cave dweller" is a Troglodyte. Were I a single man, I would no doubt be a Troglodude. But I have those kids, and as this blog will show you, having kids really alters your life.
So what am I going to talk about? Why, Cromagdude topics of course. Like food. Food is good. Food is important. Cavemen probably worried more about food than anything else. So it's as good a place as any to start.
First though, I think we need to lay some ground rules. Like, what makes you a cromagdude- a modern caveman?
Well, caveman replies you're a dinosaur- a throwback to more primordial times. Someone with beliefs that don't fit into the modern, pencil-neck geek world of metrosexual goofiness so prevalent today.
Yeah, I said Chicks. Babes, Girls and gals are okay terms as well. "Hotties" is not. That sounds too metrosexual. So where do Chicks fit in the cave? Well, cavemen had to endure spending all their time hunting and gathering or listening to the nattering of their women. Cromagdudes have the advantage- we can retreat to our caves to escape the henpecking. Not that there's not a place for chicks in one's life. Keeping it G-Rated, I'll just say that men and women are partners, teammates, but as marriage will prove to anyone, you simply CANNOT spend all your time with your partner. You'll go nuts.