So after working out at the gym in the Hartford hotel last sunday, I was disappointed with my weight--as far above 200 as is has ever been (although still pretty close thereto). I forgot about it until I realized I was gorging myself on my mother-in-law's peanut butter cookies later in the day ( Read more... )

One would think it was LiveJournal or something.

They still successfully withdrew a mortgage payment from my checking account.

I am a single, successful, professional man thousands of miles away from home on a Saturday night in what is arguably the hemisphere's sexiest city, and I'm going to bed at 9:30.

Time to settle down, ya think?

Much of the Southwest Chief will be occupied from Chicago to Flagstaff by tourists with a senior-adventure group called America by Rail. Must stay in my room and hide.

And I just looked at the weather map. Will I be missing a tropical storm back in Hartford?

If I take this gig, they need to call me counsel, or attorney, or something.

I thought I would share a story which classifies me as a dork. How much so? Well, the story starts with, "A postal chess player can take 30 days of leave a year." And it only gets dorkier from there. So ( Read more... )

I worked for Clear Channel in Atlanta from 1996-2000. There is no love lost between me and the company. Luckily I cashed out of my 401(k) while the stock was near its peak ( Read more... )

So I'm having my first Halloween as a homeowner. I have never been much of a Halloween person--the last couple of years I stayed at work late to avoid having to deal with trick or treating. But I rather like having the tree in my front yard in a toiletpaper-free state, so I suppose I should greet the neighborhood kids this year ( Read more... )

I should be writing a patent application, but as I just told Ericka on the phone, I have a severe case of the fuckits today ( Read more... )