Category Archives: Other

Clerks

I went to see Clerks 2 last night and was pleasantly surprised to see a sequel that had all the charm and hilarity of the first movie. Kevin Smith goes to extreme lengths to match the obscenity of the first one (I know the first movie was the first time I’d ever heard of a

The City of Newport Welcomes You

Well, I’m here. Everything is still in a jumble (the dominant color scheme for my current decor is baby poop brown, a.k.a. cardboard), but I wanted to post something just to let my thousands of readers know I’m still alive. The drive up here was like hell. My car was so full of stuff that

Credit Where It’s Due

Thanks to The Elegant Variation for the Lisa Williams link.

Conferences and Crappy Beds

Why do dormitories all smell the same? Why do they all have such crappy furniture? Why, when I briefly attended seminary, were the mattresses sheathed in plastic? Were they worried about bedwetters? I mean, sure, some of the guys were a little awkward, but bedwetting? OK, maybe I’m thinking about it too much. Anyway, the

Comments Fixed!

Well, the recent upgrade to WordPress 2.0.3 seems to have fixed the problem with the comments. Give it a try now.

Who’s Reading This?

That’s the really interesting question. I have the address in my signature file, so everyone I e-mail could click on it and check out the site, but who else? For instance, the other day, a couple days after the “Impatience” post, one of my readers assured me that, yes, she was reading the book, and

Self-Indulgent?

I guess there’s something inherently self-indulgent about weblogs. I sort of wish I had something more interesting to talk about than myself, but there are plenty of other bloggers doing that already, so, what the hell? My wife’s ship deployed yesterday, so I’ve got all this damn time to kill. Based on feedback from several

The End of One Thing and — well, you know…

I keep getting phone calls from people that end with, “If I don’t talk to you before…” etc., etc. That’s when you know something is ending, whether it’s the year, your job, or your stay at a particular locale. In my case, it’s the latter two. Ever since we first moved to Norfolk Danielle and