Cruising the Arizona Desert, Nov. 2001
As anyone who knows me will tell you, I do a pretty good job of summarizing a 50 word story down to about 3000 words. It's a talent. Fortunately, I can claim genetics on that one - I pity the poor soul who joins my family at the Christmas table without being forwarned of what they're in for. It's about the only place I know where I have a hard time getting a word in edgewise. Really, you have to experience it to believe it. :)

That being said, there's probably not really that much to flap my gums in the wind over - I spend my daytime hours getting paid to putz around on other people's computers. I'm pretty impressed that they're all willing to let me have a go at their boxes. I'm glad somebody else trusts me, I know I don't.

Actually, I probably spend as much time messing with my own boxes as I do with my clients. I guess it's some sort of sickness - after spending all day working in front of cancer inducing electrical objects, I feel some sort of need to counter it by spending the rest of the night in front of other cancer inducing objects of my own. Ah well, we all have to die sometime, right?

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