Rants

He was right after all. From here:  “Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.” —Washington, D.C., Aug. 5, 2004 (Watch video clip; listen to audio clip) And I thought he was just being a […]

Why, yes, I do rant a lot. I care about people, and I rant on their behalf if not on my own. I can’t recall if I complained here about “volunteering”–going into work though they are no longer paying me to complete work I couldn’t get done sooner. But I’ve been doing it, though it

So most people seem to think eighth grade promotion is a big deal. I don’t know; I don’t see it that way. But I know I’m different. So I’m willing to accept that to others, it matters. That said, some of them sure choose strange ways to celebrate. A father comes into the office at

I’m not blaming the education system. Heck, it’s been so long since I was in school, that would be pretty silly. I’ve had twenty years since I graduated to learn more. It’s my own fault for not doing it. But the fact remains, there is so much out there I know nothing about. History of

Weekends are too short. Writing is hard. Crap That Must Be Done should be limited to things that actually matter. Deny it as I will, sleep is a necessity. Especially if I want to make #2 less true. Butt in Chair is easy. Internet not Surfed is harder. I seriously need to get to work.