Every now and then, I try to prove I'm not the nice guy everyone thinks I am. It's a running joke at the office. It's a running joke on Twitter and Facebook. It probably masks some deep-seated aggravations I'm not consciously ready to deal with yet (and who knows, maybe one of these days I'll vent it all). But it's fun to occasionally just proclaim ( Read more... )

Yes, but a wonderful one!

Happy Birthday, Mr. Stoker!

So yeah ... August 15th. Officially, I'm 40 now. Although according to the little plaque I have hanging on the wall (it's got a baby on it, a ribbon, and my birth information), I was born at 7:45pm, so I have some time yet. I was also 4lbs, 15 ozs. 6 weeks premature. And here I am now ( Read more... )