Attention gearheads who blast their speed bikes past my office window:

This is not Le Mans. Thank you.

I really don't know why this cracks me up so much.

It's amazing what you trip on while meandering through the Internet.

Things you will likely never see in my blog:

"while over in denmark on tuesday . . . "

Borneo, maybe. But never Denmark.

Inspired by A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Clever Pun (scroll down about halfway to find it), I decided to search for "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love":

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Panopticon


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Bill Gates


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Microsoft


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Superlaser


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Blog


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love White Wolf


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Bohr


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the SMTP MTA


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the A-Rod Deal


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Internet


How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Toys

James T. Kirk takes on the Nigerian con-artists

Nothing makes my day quite like poetry inspired by canned meat.

What's really in SPAM?


Biologists say it's a


Can of nematodes.