Sunday, February 15, 2015

Sausage Kale Soup

Hi everyone,

I highly recommend this recipe:

The writer had a blast writing it. The results are tasty, even reheated at work. :)

Why am I posting this? It keeps getting dropped from my wife's Pinterest board, which is super annoying. >:-( I might have to find or write an app that keeps track of her boards that will alert her to vanished pins.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Breathe Deep

Eet eez a beeg ball of boom. Ya.

And I'd made it.

Luckily, I'm on the other side of a duralloy pressure containment door. This side has a simple, two-color design on it reminiscent of its cousins for bio, chemical, and radiation hazards, but about twice as frightening: memetic hazard.

You see, just because it's information doesn't mean it's not dangerous. Even through the double-walled duralloy chamber, it aches. Not in the head, but in the chest. It isn't too bad here, but inside, facing it? Ugh.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Pi and Typewriters

Sounds from my distant childhood, mixed as music.

Another interpretation of Pi as music. 'Cuz this has been done before (I don't particularly recommend the original, though it does involves lasers).

Yup, that's all for this post.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

True Journalism

There is an article on CNet that has fantastic writing. The journalist found a modestly newsworthy topic, did his homework, and then dropped some amazing prose into our world.

I just about died laughing as I read it. The incongruity of the writer's style with the content is priceless.

Article link!

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.


Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Blogger's Android app ate this post when my phone went to sleep in airplane mode. It needed revising anyways...



Blogger's Android app ate this post when my phone went to sleep in airplane mode. It needed revising anyways...


Tanks...Really This Time

The daydream was over in less than a second. As the bravado, confidence, and power that it brought faded, I glanced nervously between the poised tanks.

All I wanted to do was get to work.

Neither tank looked like it was pointing anything at me. Now was a good time to leave.

I tried to get up calmly, dusting off my pants and picking up my bag. That done, I turned around and noticed a small cinderblock building. Get behind that, wait out the firefight, pray the bus isn't collateral damage. Good plan. Now, to walk slowly, with commanding confidence...

By my third step I was running.

As I neared the structure, I risked a glance over my shoulder --- and the world exploded, knocking me flat. In the ensuing chaos of ringing ears, roaring engines, and desperate scrambling to something like safety, exactly one thing was clear in my mind...

I'm going to be late to work again.