Realization of a life-long dream:

My first ride in a Jeep Wrangler.

Doors off, and everything.

Oh... yeaaahhh...

('Course, I'll never get a brush

through my hair again.)

Powazek gives us

a story worth reading.

Masterful.

Have I got this right?

If we all run to the east,

we can slow the earth's rotation,

and get more hours in the day.

Who's with me?

Fat

jokes

aren't

funny.

It takes

a special kind of lunatic

to keep a cuckoo clock,

and a special kind of sadist

to keep one in an apartment.

Argh!

"Root-cause"

is not a verb.

Still,

I'm glad we did.

The sky dark like night.

Wipers on high not quite adequate.

Lightening strikes, just over there.

Accoustic Susanne Vega.

Wet through, on my way to work.

I'm proud of

this essay.

motivate me

This

was

awesome.