I love my blog. We’ve been through a lot together. Confusing license plates. Baby future astronauts from the past. Appliance porn. Me on drugs. Good times all. But, alas, those times have ended. Why? Because I broke up with my blog, man. It wasn’t the blog. It was me.
























Has a Cockroach Skittered Into This, My Online Home?
Hey, quick note. Sometimes I get too busy to monitor with proper asssiduousness the myriad comment threads simultaneously happening here on my blog. In some very real ways I count on my readers/commentators to keep things here reasonable, and at least reasonably polite. I’ve seen what happens when people show up here who are, shall [...]