So there’s a thread going around on my Twitter feed about things you thought were only for rich people when you were little, and my Twitter acquaintance Kimberly Ross said dinner at Olive Garden. It’s funny how much of a chord that strikes with me. When we moved to the Huntsville area in 1986, I … Read more
On Wednesday, November 3, 1999, for one brief glorious moment, I was the biggest dickhead in North America. I would go back and apologize in person today, though I dare say the likelihood I’d do something requiring such is far lower than it was then. Growth. Have a good weekend. Be nice to people.
A little more than five years ago, I sneaked a pocket knife into a rock concert. It was (and is, I think) the smallest Swiss Army knife available. The primary blade is an extremely formidable inch and a half long, and it doesn’t lock. Even if your victim held still for you, you’d have to … Read more