is icing his rib. Puppy class with Molly was an adventure. #
is feeling better. #
As Sam Donaldson would say, this reporter needs a drink. And possibly nachos. #
I installed a new light in the kitchen. Okay, so it was a lightbox bulb, but this is big for me. #
Yes, but was it Phil Collins Genesis or Peter Gabriel Genesis?
I secretly hope it was Peter Gabriel Genesis.
So I’ve taken up golf lately. Maybe I’m shaking off my inborn liberal guilt, but I’ve really been enjoying myself, despite all the injuries and searing torso pain.
From Wil Wheaton:
Twitter is riding the failwhale to failtown. I love Twitter, and watching it die a slow death is breaking my heart. Now that replies and tracking are down, what’s the point?
(Written in early 2005; this was the only column I ever wrote for my college newspaper.)
We, as a species, have a habit of expecting that the worst thing possible is exactly what will happen, if for no other reason than it so seldom does. This preparation in the mind – to expect abject terror, defeat, [...]