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Dear Scotty: I changed my mind! This is the tattoo for me: I found wreckin’-ball dude on a truck at a demolition site near my house. The image is poorly-rendered and vaguely homoerotic, but damn. He’s cool. So here’s the destruction! I don’t know why I had to stop and take pictures, but this stuff excites me. Especially once I ...

Hey! I just realized that rushing out and back for my coffee at 11:30 was dumb, because now it’s only noon and I’m back at my desk and I ate my fake-turkey-masquerading-as-bologna sammich, and I’ve got nothing to do but wonder if Michael’s gonna be back soon to fixed that stored procedure so that I can officially be done with ...

Fancy meeting you here. So, this weekend was crazy. Good crazy, though, as opposed to the crazy of last weekend (crazy like, ‘did grandma just try to set me up with a 60-year old again?’). I wasn’t home much, and also I just realized that I probably drank more coffee than is ordinarily considered safe for humans. Wasn’t intentional, it ...

Howdy, pardners. Yesterday was my day off, and I have finally determined what the hell my problem is, at least as far as my days off are concerned. I need structure. I need someone to tell me to sit in one place for x hours, and then somehow everything else falls into place. So on the days I work (which ...