Nothing To Report
Life has been surprisingly quiet this week, while also remaining unendlingly busy, mundane, tiring, and aggravating. There has been no one big thing that has...
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14 Years
14 years ago this morning I would have been running around Steventon House near Oxford, pulling on my morning suit jacket, adjusting my pinhole flower, and p...
Thoughts About Friendship And The Internet
I have noticed a growing divide between those who’s relationships with others predominantly exist among friends, family, and associates they meet in every da...
Freedom Has Conditions
The main problem that manifests on any social platform that gains traction is people. Pure and simple.
The King Of Retro
When people find out I am a “professional software and web developer”, I have no doubt that they anticipate my house being filled with the latest technology ...
And Exhale
I have nothing of consequence to share with the internet this fine Friday evening, but I’m not going to let that stop me writingsomethingat least. Once upon ...
The Asshat Hipster
I thought I might have nothing to write about on the way home this evening, but then the Universe stepped in and may as well have said “we can’t have that, l...
Wednesday Night Hotel Club
It’s remarkably difficult to write about anything when you’re sitting in a hotel room for the third night in a row, and you chose not to drag yourself to the...
Eating Alone
After work this evening I walked the tremendous distance - about 100 yards - to the pub adjoining the hotel for something hot to eat. I wondered in, walked s...
Heading North Again
I’m sitting on the train to Glasgow, which is presently sitting in the depths of Euston Station, London. I’m not going to Glasgow - the train is - I’m leavin...