I just realized something while watching The West Wing episode in which there is a military funeral complete with a gun salute. The sound of a three-volley salute breaks my heart a little every time I hear it. Even for a fictional character. The first funeral I attended after Aiden passed away was that of my ...

I have none. I need some. Need a job. Need to clean out the office. Need to update this site. Need to update other sites. Need to get back to Habari. Need to start doing some photography. Blah.

This morning has been a good one. I got my collapsable links working, although I'm still trying to get them to load already collapsed, but that's not a big deal. Had Angel Food Cake and strawberries for breakfast because it's my birthday damn it. So I can do whatever the hell I want. So there. Oh ...

I got a great comment on a recent post that I'd like to respond to. If you have the logical mind and work ethic to make this site, you can write well. It just takes the committment to do so, and the guts to be both self-critical enough to edit yourself, and self-permissive enough to hit ...