I rarely talk about politics here, but if you haven’t already done it, please stop by and sign the Human Rights Campaign’s Million for Marriage petition (uh, that would be pro-gay marriage, for those keeping score at home). Yes, it’s an internet petition. Yes, those are notoriously unreliable. Sign it. Even when quoting highly suspect ...

My mom sent me one of the oddest gifts I’ve ever recieved as a ridiculously early birthday gift. She sent me an APPLAUSE sign, complete with remote control that causes it to either light up, flash, turn off, or make a “crowd screaming” noise. Have you ever opened a gift, and suddenly had a realization ...

400 pounds of ice sitting in the trunk of your station wagon do not keep your car as cool as you might think.

I think I’ve reached the pinnacle of lameness in my life thus far: I went to bed at 10pm last night, and slept until 11am. The only reason I was woken up at that point was that someone called me. I’d probably still be asleep right now otherwise. And I’m still tired.

Today was not a good day for not spilling things on myself. Phase One began when I tried to drain a can of Red Bull…with an uncapped, half-full water bottle in the same hand. That was the smoothest move of the shirt incidents. Phase Two occured when I went to pick up some coffee for ...

I’ve been tired and a little punchy lately, but for the most part, I’ve felt like I’m doing okay in terms of actually being coherent enough to get things done. Until this afternoon. I had to take a computer back over to the telecommunications department at another building, so I moved a bunch of stuff ...

The level of desire you have to do your work is inversely proportional to the amount of time you spend at social-networking sites like Friendster. As in, if you have no desire to do your work, you will spend a ton of time on Friendster, whereas if you want to get things done, you will ...

As I mentioned, I was in Phoenix over the weekend. I went because Mark was in town at the Western Psychological Association’s conference, and, well, I had never been to Phoenix. Mark and I tend to meet only in neutral cities, since he hates L.A. and I despise D.C., thus making it difficult to visit ...

A brief summary of what happened in Phoenix: More to come…