On Saturday we had perfect snowball making snow. It was enough to make you want to be 10 years old again. Immune to the cold with a fort to build, pelting anyone who happened past. For a brief moment it makes you wonder if going through the “awkward years” would be worth it again. Sunday morning though, those who got up early got a special treat. Few things prettier than a hoarfrost with a light touch of fog.
All in all I’m glad we don’t take our own lives very seriously. Granted mine could end with a breakfast burrito, but it was nice to see the young guys embracing the “live each day as it were your last” philosophy. Here we are heading to meet with upper management. Odds are we would have to kill HR and drop her body in a dumpster. We might even have to kill our way back out of here with only our few blades that could pass through metal detectors, yet, we made plans to hang our asses over the edge of the elevated walk and dump on the pedestrians below. Giant was even kind enough to bring us all toilet paper. Oh, I’m certain I’m not the only one with blades… Read more >
Dear Mr. Musk, You don’t know me from Adam. Even if you visit the site for my geek books you pretty much could be ignoring me, but I hope you won’t. I’m writing to you because of all the high flying vulture capital backed people in the press, you are probably the only one who would actually take a stab at this. The water electric hybrid. Both 2016 and 2017 have passed since I wrote that article, but I didn’t address it directly at you so you probably missed it. You already have some beautiful to look at electric cars, but, the electric car industry is hampered by a lack of charging stations, range of travel, not to mention the custom cables usually required for charging. Before your electric vehicles… Read more >
In a very cold voice she chewed out the words “While you are in this room you will not talk about penises, holes, foursomes or utter any other phrases which can be taken in a sexual context.” Somehow she managed to not blink while saying that. I wondered if we could make that entire sentence fit on a tombstone? Softly, like a sunrise just beginning on realization, Giant said “Oh my God . . . she’s a WIMINS!” That sudden gay intake of breath. It’s another thing the English language is ill equipped to describe, especially when Stretch does it. Most people don’t realize it, but you can’t put on a gay cover and fake that. You can practice all you want. Read books. Watch movies. I’m told there are… Read more >
While it may seem disingenuous to be writing a blog post about the evils of spending too much time online and how Amazon will end the human race, take a good look at this site. We advertise the books we wrote. All of us together put out less than 5 books per year. We aren’t a Facebook feed with Russian ads nor are we popup notifications about “free download for an hour” or suddenly reduced prices, etc. We are a measured quantity. At best, 1-2 posts per day on here. Many days having none. If the visitor traffic graph can be trusted, many of you are now treating this site as your Sunday paper. Coming in when you have time to relax and want to read something thought provoking which is… Read more >