Get back to where you once belong
Work Math: One day of vacation equals three days of fixing broken shit when you get back. I’m almost caught up to where I was when we left on vacation. … Continue reading Get back to where you once belong
I do not want your Brainburning Drugs – they are useless for work
Work Math: One day of vacation equals three days of fixing broken shit when you get back. I’m almost caught up to where I was when we left on vacation. … Continue reading Get back to where you once belong
My wife noted that his may be the first year we are enjoying Fall more than Summer. Summer is supposed to be when the weather, a lighter workload, and vacation … Continue reading A Summer of Unfortunate Events
My sister bought me a copy of the Anthony Bourdain cookbook years ago. It was the first of my French cookbooks, and it’s still my favorite. I actually have a … Continue reading Farewell Chef
So that happened. It takes a few days after a tragedy to comprehend how you feel about it. Initially, all you can feel is shock. Sometimes it is just in … Continue reading We already got one
As I sit in a bar in Los Angeles right now, listening to some douchebag in a poorly cut, but very expensive suit trash-talk the Seahawks and their fans (myself … Continue reading Policy of Disengagement
Well that’s just goddamn irritating. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s losing another pub. The Irish pub down by our marina was closed when I stopped by today. … Continue reading Irish Famine
Back when I went to College, Christmas time was a pretty quiet time around the Fraternity. Pretty much everyone was gone, but since my family lived close by I stayed … Continue reading Repost: Go nuts this Christmas, Love Santa.
It’s good to have a long weekend to spend in the heat. While we are in California, Seattle is being hit with a cold snap and snow. We really aren’t … Continue reading Hats for Bats
My senior year of high school, they offered Russian as a foreign language. I had taken German from Jr. High, (side note: I’m old as shit, and went to Jr. … Continue reading Don’t Ask Me Why