The last time I found myself totally without something to write about, but with a strong desire to write something, I wrote about music. This time, I think I'll try writing about...

Aw, hell. I really liked doing that. Here we go again.

(Same rules apply: No skipping songs, and I only write for as long as the song is playing.)

( On your marks... Get set... PLAY! )

First, a little context: I almost never remember my dreams. I'm sure I have dreams, because Science says I do, but they're a mystery to me. And I really like it that way ( Read more... )

So, I started a Facebook. It was difficult and confusing and frustrating, but I finally set it up. And then I tired to make it actually do stuff, and that was harder, more confusing, and super-frustrating, so I quit ( Read more... )

Today at work, I was on the phone with someone, and I actually had to say: "If the changes you're proposing are serious enough, I may have to re-budget this project. Once you've met with your staff, send me a list of issues, and I'll decide how to approach senior management at my end ( Read more... )

As you probably don't know, I've been working in the same position, at the same place for 5 years. To put it in context, if a child was born the day I got this job, by now that child would have learned to sit up, then crawl, then walk, then talk, then read, then started school, and (depending on the country in which the child was born, or the ( Read more... )

There is one thing you will need to be aware of in order to understand this story: All men, when faced with a foreign object in a toilet or urinal, will pee on it. It becomes an analogue of the "water gun into the clown's mouth" game at the carnival, except with a vague sense of there being more honour at stake ( Read more... )

I went out to pick up my lunch today, and I waited in line at the local falafel place. When it was my turn to order, instead of saying, "Falafel, please," like I intended to, I said, "Vodka cranberry."

That, my friends, is how you know that you're having a bad day ( Read more... )

New Year's resolutions are for chumps. Needless to say, I've come up with a list of them. Still, at least I have the sense to know that I'll have forgotten all about them long before February ( Read more... )

My parents have had a rough few years. Not terrible, but not easy to get through, either. I admire their ability to stay positive, though, and to keep a realistic eye on the big picture. (Too bad those abilities aren't genetic ( Read more... )

I'm starting to spend a lot of my time thinking about the Wii. It's so close, I can almost feel the slim, wireless controller in my hand...

How video games end:

• Save the princess.
  
• Defeat the final boss.
  
• Collect the final item.
  
• Clear every level.
  
• Beat the clock.
  
• Beat the high score.
  

How video games end when I play them:

• Get bored. Give up.
  
• Ignore ( Read more... )