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We interrupt this embarrassingly prolonged silence to bring you an actual blog post
“Hello? … Yeah, this is him. … I have a what? … A blog? Oh, shit, that’s right.”
Ahem.
Hey, you guys! How’s it going? Me? No, I didn’t die; I’ve just been trying desperately to make the minimum monthly payments on my Mt. Everest-sized pile of debt … and since my mad website-building skillz currently pay more than my mad blogging skillz, I’ve been focusing as of late on the former endeavor … which explains why I currently am in Boston attending An Event Apart, a conference for people who build websites.
The best part about attending the conference? My employer is paying for it. The second best part about attending the conference? I got to hit last night’s Red Sox game with my Dad.
In a while …
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I’d love to tell you a good story about this photo. About how I crawled on my belly, through the weeds and the mud
Maybe he’s just sleeping
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my wife takes the kids to a fair this past Saturday while I’m home pretending I know how to do home-improvement projects (and I should probably end this story right now, because…
Belly up
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I love me a nice bar … and this one here…
Protected: Super Bowl
Home again, home again, jiggety jig
When last we spoke, I was about to depart for a supposed “secret” Beastie Boys concert. I’m making those little air-quote thingies with my fingers around the word “secret” because, when I showed up outside the venue about an hour and 15 minutes before the gate opened, the line already stretched around the block.
(If you need the visual, and feel like clicking “Next” 21 times, check out photo 22 of 59 in this photo gallery.)
Said the Austin American-Statesman newspaper:
The biggest surprise acts, such as the Beastie Boys at Stubb’s on Thursday, were swarmed by badge-danglers and wristband-wearers.
Well, kids, if being a badge-dangler is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right, for ’twas my dangling badge that got the K-I-D into that swarmed Beasties gig, whereupon my badge-dangling was surpassed only by my rump-shaking.
