Historically speaking, being a Floridian in January means football season is over. College football has had their bowl games, and the Bucs… well, college football has had their bowl games.
Ah, but I kid the Bucs. The Bucs of this season have much in common with the Bucs of last season… mostly because they didn’t play to their level of win-loss record. Last year’s Bucs…
But speaking of twentieth anniversaries, I thought I’d let you all know that I’ve successfully installed and booted OS 9.0.4 on the Twentieth Anniversary Mac at my office. I made a brief search through my disgustingly well organized software archive at home, and came up with my old version of iTunes (version 2) that plays nicely with OS 9 (sans OS 8 hack). I was positively glowing with…
If you’re not interested in another entry about coffee then stop reading right now, because this is yet another entry about magic beans.
In my ongoing search for better brews I came across a little device called the French Press. I’d read about it on the internet (a line that’s becoming more and more synonymous with “I’m full of crap” every day), and I was…
Track number seven, on disk two, of the soundtrack of my life has no lyrics or musical instruments, but it is music to my ears. It is the sweet, gentle purr of my coffee grinder taking care of business. Imagine my dismay when pressing the button on my grinder produced a horrifying silence.
Fortunately, it was just circumstances playing a cruel joke on my sleep deprived mind. I pressed the button…
All Children’s Hospital is in a nice part of St Petersburg (FL). Tree lined brick roads and the understated architecture of the early 20th century create a sedate setting. There’s just one problem though; when you’ve gotten up at three in the morning to take your son to the hospital minor surgery, the last thing you need is to use words like “sedate.”
On the bright…
Christmas as an adult is not as fun as Christmas as a child. Just the fact that you’re not up at 4:30 a.m. with giddy enthusiasm on Christmas morning is evidence enough. Then again, maybe you are (in which case… as the British might say, “Bloody good for you”).
None of this means that Christmas can’t be good, or even down right fun for adults. Even balanced against…
… a dead one, as it turns out. Perhaps this was a little heavenly payback for mocking a well-meaning gift giver.
Let me explain…
It all started in Adam’s bedroom. It smelled bad, but that’s not completely unexpected considering Adam is only one year old. All manner of smelly stuff “happens” in there, so the smell was kind of ignored for a couple of days. Well…