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Damn, but I am in a truly foul mood today. I'd like to think it's not just sour grapes over the way things went down last night, because, well, that would just be petty and profoundly adolescent. But my neck hurts, business-y e-mails are morphing into angry rants as I type them, and I just have the overwhelming urge to kick something so hard my ( Read more... )

Been an odd coupla' days ( Read more... )

...or at least strangely disconcerted. Uneasy about something, and a little afraid to leave the house. These are all unspecified feelings, coming from nothign I can put my finger on. Doubly disconcerting is the fact that this is not the kind of thing that happens to me often. A not-to-distant period of my life not withstanding, I tend to be ( Read more... )

This is what we do at work:


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So, first Critical Mass since returning to Chicago. Fucking awesome. The weather was absolutely perfect, the vibe was really relaxed and fun, and the ride was nice and long. A very little amount of aggro, but in the year+ I've been riding Chicago Mass, I've discovered that if a ride only has one or three confrontations of any real content, it's ( Read more... )

i now have a tri-hawk. with luck, it will be dyed tomorrow.


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So, it's a good thing that just about all the folx out there who read this know where I work, and that there's all of about ten of you, because I'm about to post the kind of thing that's gotten people fired recently.

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I don't do these things, as a matter of policy, but since this is a High Holy Day, I'll make an exception:

My pirate name is:

Red Tom Rackham


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