2003 May

When people ask you about your first computer, what do they mean? (…)

With Gretchen traveling home today, there's no fear of her seeing this until I pick her up from the airport. I commissioned an artist to craft this portrait of Sprocket. Nice, huh? (…)

Whatever! I am NOT a panhandler. Sure, I'll rent my chest to anybody who sends me money. But they can turn around and use the photo however they see fit (or unfit). (…)

You want Wing. You need Wing. You love Wing. You click Wing. You crave Wing. You take Wing. You feel Wing. You own Wing. You bless Wing. You lack Wing. You smack Wing. You hold Wing. You miss Wing. (…)

I'm a fontaholic, and I can still slap a B&W graphic or logo into a TrueType / OpenType font at a moment's notice (after $7 via PayPal). (…)

I passed the test, even though it didn't address a few important questions. How much computer kitsch do you have sitting on your desk? In your car? Have you ever… Started your own dot-com? (…)

Gretchen's gonna kill me when she sees I found this.

When I saw the commercial for a new deodorant bodyspray, I had to give it a shot. (…)

Now that I have your attention, let me point you to an article that Dave crafted yesterday. “Who will pay for software?” I will - and I bet other people will, too. (…)

I've met Mena. She's a nice person. However, it appears that fame has gone straight to her head. (…)

James Hsiung is my new bestest friend. I've never met him in real life, I don't know what he looks like, and I have no idea why he's been so nice to me. (…)

“Hey Daddy? I know it's only 4AM, but I think I need to do something really bad. I mean, it's good that I can do it, but it'll be bad if I have to do it inside. (…)

For the first time in GOD knows how many weeks, I'll be able to participate in No Pants Friday. (…)

If you're
looking for a new blog design and you have enough morals NOT to steal someone
else's, you might consider becoming a strange banana. (…)

Am I the only one who hasn't heard any of these songs: LAST RESORT (Papa Roach), CHOP SUEY! (…)