dude, i don’t have any hands!

Mmmmm, bullets. Hearkens back to my militia days. Hi! I had this realization the other night on the way home from Nye’s that I knew exactly where I had been one year before. I mean, yeah, I wrote about it and all, but I also remembered exactly how I felt. It was a strange sensation. I also remember what happened ...

sweet dreams

we have this immense sense of happiness. it was a great weekend. out.

stuff and you know.

Some random notes for this fine morning, to keep me from banging my head on the desk over this .NET debacle. I went to the podiatrist yesterday. I loved him, because he gave me no end of shit, which meant I was of course obligated to return the same. I couldn’t stop laughing. Who’d have thought podiatrists would be normal, ...

when we was young.

Hi again! I was digging through my old photo albums in search of something. I found this stuff instead, so I thought I’d share. I feel old. my father. i would so drive any of those vehicles. my brother scott and i. dig the 70s tableau. helping my dad fix the dishwasher. replace my dad with me, the kids with ...