I’ve been renovating my father’s website, and finally read his work. Mark Twain was right!
It’s been an interesting couple of weeks. I went camping, my partner got heat stroke (she’s fine now), I went to a training class, and now I’m back at work, still house hunting, and currently a bit wet. It was drizzling when I left the apartment, so I threw on my poncho (which is ripping […]
The second most common question I’ve been asked, since getting my bike, has been ‘Why is that teeny bike so heavy!?’ At 24 pounds and change, yes, my bicycle is a little heavy for it’s size, and it’s also fatter in some weird places compared to a ‘normal’ bike. It’s best to think of my […]
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.
I had my ass handed to me at Thorton Rink on Monday, and then we argued about science. I love my Dad.
Things that work, just because of their simplicity.
Okay, it’s a bad joke. I loved Pigs in Space, though, on the old Muppet show. This is a morbid post about death in the various space programs.
Fresh from a Thursday night CSI, we bring you the bubble popping, urban legend dispelling team of … well, me!
Nice going, Sosa! Just when baseball’s on an upswing, and the Cubs are going to face the Yankees in the biggest game for Wrigley since around 1903, you pull this shit. Oh bravo. Oh and eventually I’ll post the whole saga of the old cat who lived at grandma’s, but in short, he had to be put to sleep.