It was late at night. The Red Sox had completed their annual tradition of disappointment. A melting pot of emotion was sitting at my computer, typing an entry. Thirteen hours have passed, and it now seems that last night’s entry was the 400th – or so says the iBlog stats. Does 400 seem like a lot to you? I’ll bet it would if you had read them all. (Warning: the author is not…
A dark cloud descends over the land as the evil empire prevails again. Who, outside of New York, wanted to see this again?
If you did, and you are, then you suck. It’s too late (or early, depending on your perspective) to pull any punches. Yankee hatred may be a birthright for the Boston bred, but I think I’m just barely objective enough to say this with deserved conviction. That, or…
Driving through a neighborhood, coming home with fast eats, a man is seen doing something rarely seen at home: he was mowing the grass. His path was perpendicular to the street. His heading brought him closer and closer to the curb. Expecting the grimy polo shirt clad gentleman to change direction at the curb, the car continues down the street unabated. Unexpectedly, the grimy polo shirt clad…
There is a debate raging in my own mind. I am one of the least ambitious people I know. Combine that with an expensive taste in computers and you get a train wreck of budgetary proportions. Then out of the blue comes a promotional opportunity. One of the quirks in state government is that people are not singled out for promotion based on merit. Instead, promotions are applied for like a new…
You haven’t lived until you have done some cordless computing away from home. “Ah, but doesn’t a laptop computer have less power than a desktop computer?” “Pshaw”, I say! Any fool can type at a desk. It takes a special kind of fool to type on an expensive piece of technological wonder balanced on one knee. And let’s not forget the cool factor of opening up…
“I was thinking that I would go ahead and spend the money for a Clearwater rec. card so Beth can continue her swim lessons.”
Sarcastically: “Will that leave enough money for a new computer?”
Seriously: “Yeah, I think so.”
Stunned: “…”
My wife and I share a bond that has never been stronger.
Did I mention that there is a new computer sitting in…
We are back on the air after some technical difficulties this evening. They say that when you run your own web server, you can’t blame anyone else for your site problems. Well, one of our poor old iMacs bit the dust right in front of me this evening. It happened just as I was walking in the door, coming home from work. The monitor flashed, an electrical “hissing” noise rose from…