Category: Personal

I always remember myself as having had Scout Finch’s childhood. Even though the reality was mostly me indoors watching cartoons or playing with my Star Wars men, the parts that stand out were wandering around creeks and catching lightning bugs and riding my bike down Main Street to the old red-brick buildings of downtown to…

My birthday was today, and I got exactly what I asked for two weeks ago: a birthday card from and signed by my daddy. He wrote my name on the front and my age and year on the inside. And it looks like his normal handwriting (which, he’d have to admit, was kind of scratchy…

Somehow I’ve pissed off the travel gods. Today they decided to delay my connecting flight back to Atlanta for two hours before cancelling it. So I’m stranded in Dulles, Virginia. I could put a bit in here about how Dulles airport is the most hateful place on the planet Earth, and how the mouthbreathing pederasts…

Thanks to everybody who sent e-mails with sympathy and offers to help; it was appreciated. My daddy’s condition is improving very slowly, but he and the rest of the family are going to be pretty miserable until he gets out of the hospital. As for me, I’m 3000 miles away, unable to do anything except…

Just in case anyone’s trying to get a hold of me or wondering why I’m not responding to e-mails: I’m in Georgia for a family emergency. No sign at the moment how long I’m going to stay down here. Until I get back, I’m going to have spotty internet access and even less frequent periods…

I made pancakes from scratch, all by myself. And I’m proud of them way out of proportion to the amount of effort it took. But still, they were damn good. And when you spend so much time in front of computers, making things that are purely digital (even on productive days), getting up only to…

Through the Scientific Process I have made a discovery: drinking caffeine makes me stay awake. Shocking yes, but science doesn’t lie. I thought I’d developed a tolerance to caffeine what with the years of swilling Coke non-stop. When I got sick a while back, I swore allegiance to the Un-Cola for a while, and ended…

I woke up this morning just after having a dream where I was Superman. But it wasn’t a cool dream, where I was flying, or beating up on people, or kickin’ it with Lois or Lana, or even bringing back souvenirs for my pal Jimmy Olsen. No, in my dream it was: “Oh HELL no…

I just got my bill in the mail from my three-hour long hospital stay. I’m getting on the phone with Blue Cross right now to get medical insurance. It’s funny how all the times I thought “I never used the insurance when I had it from work, and it’s too expensive to pay that much…

I’m sure there are worse things than being alone in a nice hotel in the LA suburbs and getting a severe case of gastroenteritis. I think I still deserve some sympathy, though. It started Thursday night, while my imagination was still filled with the promise of new dual-booting Apple computers. I’d thought it was food…

I’m staying here alone in a hotel on a business trip, and I’ve finally had one more of those life experiences that I’d never tried before. Don’t worry, it’s nothing gross or anything; I just ordered room service. Holy crap, that shit’s expensive! It’s one thing when you’re stuck in Glendale and facing the prospect…

It’s been a really nice day in San Francisco, and I’ve spent the bulk of it inside trying to get my stuff in order and dreading having to spend all next week at Disney World. Is this what being an adult is like? If it is, I want no part of it. The worst part…