• It’s not easy being responsible

    “This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you.” If you’ve been following my recent adventures, you know that I was talking to my poor iBook, just before I left it at the shop for repairs.

    I feel guilty. I feel lonely. Most importantly, I feel bored. My five year old, Bondi Blue, original iMac hasn’t seen this much action since, well, I bought a new iBook almost three years ago. I haven’t sat at a desk this much since, well, I went to work on Thursday.

    Boo desk!

    Yeah bed!

    Boy am I tired.

  • Mother nature reeks havoc with my hammies

    Riding a bicycle to work during the rainy season in Florida is like rolling the dice and betting on a number between one and twelve. Here’s my summer forecast: there’s a 100% chance that I’m going to get awfully wet. There are two ways to accomplish this feat of aquatic proportions. One, engage your body’s temperature regulation system; or two, ride home in an afternoon thunderstorm. The first method can result in chronic perspiration, dehydration, and a really bad smell. The second, and less recommended method, can result in an elevated heart rate, severe anxiety, an increased risk for bodily injury, and a swift kick in the keester from your spouse.

  • Home

    They say you can never go home again. But what if you never left?

    Things change. Jobs evolve and responsibilities are added. Streets widen. Landmarks are bulldozed and new ones take their place. People get older. Belongings accumulate, break, and get replaced. Friends find new opportunities and move away. New friends are made. Relatives pass away. Children are born. Coworkers move on to new opportunities. Fresh blood is hired to fill the void.

    So say we don’t leave home. Can home leave us? I guess that was the original point of the saying, wasn’t it?