Sometimes, BatDog happens on the way home from work. It started when I got in the wrong line. Again. It’s as predictable as an ice cream headache. I get in a line and it’s going to be the slowest line. Usually in the weirdest possible way. I was in Trader Joes a few nights ago.…
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When I’m forced to witness that whole ‘Circle of Life’ crap at high speed, I expect Lion King music at least. If the universe can’t supply that, I’m going to need an ice cream sundae, a lot of hugs and a flapper dress. My favorite aunt turned 85 last weekend. I was going to race…
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Cynicism is a gleeful, gore splashed serial killer of creativity. Like Dexter, but with less of a sense of humor. I’m a programmer, obligated by a contract with the Tech gods to consume levels of caffeine non-tech people can only shudder at the thought of. We sign the contract with ink made from pure white…
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