in case you hadn't noticed, i'm a glutton for punishment.

on my desk at work, i have a copy of byte magazine from april 1981 (yes, older than i by a few months). here's an image of the cover courtesy of wikipedia:


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between playing in net twice in one night last week for a total of 2.5 hours and then taking a shot off the top of my knee last night, i've managed to bang myself up pretty badly. the chronic pain in my left shoulder has resurfaced as bad as it has ever been, so maybe now is the right time to have some work done. i've seen bad results of shoulder ( Read more... )

my mom sent me heart-shaped sugar cookies with frosting for valentine's day. the cookies are pretty damn tasty in case you're curious.

tools are meant to be used. you cannot master a tool if you fear it. do not confuse fear with respect - tools demand respect for their power. without respect, the tool will master you in your complacency.

i deal with fools and their tools on a daily basis.

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nothing is ever simple. i gotta stick to my maxims, break some bad habits, and quit fucking around. i have too many things that need to get done. as always, there's never enough time in the day.

voilà! in view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. this visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. however, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van- ( Read more... )