At our old house, we always ran out of candy, so I live in perpetual fear of it ( Read more... )

Overall, I have a handful of projects I'm working on ( Read more... )

For the last 36 hours, I have been unreasonably upset by the simplest, stupidest things that people do. Why can't people just be more smart and less annoying? God ( Read more... )

My 2007-2009 tweets are a lot more true to life today than I would have expected a decade. Some things have changed (I no longer think I should go to Burning Man); but many things have stayed the same ( Read more... )

When I was 8 years old, I got brought to the local library, where sports writer Sam Smith was doing a book signing for his recently released book The Jordan Rules. This was the time of Bulls (and particularly, Jordan) mania: I was a huge Bulls fan, and although the book -- a 333 page non-fiction tome -- seemed massive to me at the time, I was in ( Read more... )

at the end of a long shitty week of work drama and debacle, I had both a lovely pre-birthday livestream -- with more than 150 visitors stopping by to say hello -- and a lovely birthday party, with more than 30 people coming over, from old friends like volantwish and pezstar to newer coworkers like those from my Nokia days ( Read more... )

I am so sick, and it so sucks ( Read more... )

I object.

Instead, I've sat at home for the past hour dicking around on the internet. But I really should go to work one of these days.

It is rare that our house is actually quiet when I'm home. (Well, super rare, I guess: our fridge is pretty noisy.) But even if you discount that, it's very rare that I have much in the way of alone time when nothing else is going on ( Read more... )

Being intentionally obtuse when someone is genuinely asking for help bugs the crap out of me ( Read more... )