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Except for one day a week, I find myself on some combination of bike, bus, or train to get to work. Typically this results in me having either specialty cycling shoes (i.e., the penguin-walk on cleats) or something super comfy for walking, like Vans or Sketchers, to get to my desk. Once there, I'd swap out for a pair that I kept under my desk, ( Read more... )

Sundays for me means work: a 13.5 hour day, strapped to a telephone and a CB radio. There are days when I am the dashing firefighter, whisking away the problems with a grease-smeared wink and a toothy grin. Other days, I'm chin-in-palms pining for the sunshine that is just on the other side of the window and yet far enough away to be that some-day- ( Read more... )

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- Finally scattered MOSFET's ashes in the front yard, planted lilies on top ( Read more... )

...And with that, I realized how I don't update this darn thing anymore.

I should fix that. There have been races! parties! adventures! not to mention the whole END O' THE FREAKING YEAR wrapup and setting goals for next year.

Come on LJ can I get a soul clap?