I wrote about the Circuit City hard drive incident for this blog originally, but decided to post it at (my now former) work instead.
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Monthly Archives: February 2009
Dispatch from the remote sandwich office
I’m working at Panera today. It’s a decent workspace off peak hours on a weekday. The one I’m at is in the process of putting electrical outlets at nearly every table, which is useful for remote office folks like me.
Except that the ones at the tables around where I’ve settled in aren’t live yet, something that …
Don’t block the water
I’ve never understood how it is that I’m the only person I know who knows how to load a dishwasher. Now you do, too.
“The guy from Lost was haggling over $1″
It’s strangely comforting to know that Jorge Garcia from “Lost” seems to love coupons as much as I do.
Yeah, actually, I am fat.
In my head, I’ve been working on paragraphs of an essay on the “You’re not fat!” phenomenon for a while now. I’ve reached a point where I say “I’m fat” in the same way that I say “I have brown hair.” I say it in normal conversation, to explain why I can’t wear high heels …
An open letter to Nadia Suleman
Dear Ms. Suleman,
I realize that nearly everyone has something to say to you, or at least about you. I just have one relatively minor and very specific issue with you and your family.
I’d like you to stop making only children look bad. Stop using your lonely childhood as an excuse for your excessive procreation.
I’ve always …
Funny, my eggs don’t sing
This animation disturbs me on a profound level. So, of course, I had to post it here.
Thanks AJ. I think.
Winterscape
Things flood a lot in Albany, or at least in my neighborhood. Normally, not the kind of catastrophic floods that do serious property damage and carry away cars. We see more minor floods, that create ankle-deep lakes at the end of your driveway, or turn the space on the street where you’ve parked your car …
Snowbanks, side street, Albany
Taken on Tuesday. The snow and ice had mostly melted by this point, and the sidewalk was mostly passable, but it doesn’t look very pretty.
Well, I am, but that’s not why
I think I’ve learned how much photographic bacon it takes to make me feel physically ill.
This much.