So, Internet, I need a favor.
Not a big favor or anything. I don’t need a kidney, cash, or even help moving (though I’ll totally buy the beer if that ever comes up in the future… that damn armoire is a beast).
No, I need your braaaaaaaains.
So, Internet, I need a favor.
Not a big favor or anything. I don’t need a kidney, cash, or even help moving (though I’ll totally buy the beer if that ever comes up in the future… that damn armoire is a beast).
No, I need your braaaaaaaains.
Damn it all to Hell.
So there are few groups of people I enjoy belittling more than Portland cyclists. Think I made that pretty clear in this post back in April.
And yet, here I am, sitting at my desk and looking at a bike helmet. One that was, a couple of hours ago, protecting my invaluable [...]
I’m totally sorry.
I’m not really sure what I did, or to whom I should be directing this, but I apologize. From the deepest, darkest, worm-infestedest corner of my soul, I’m sooooo sorry.
Ok, surely things have to get better now, right? I’ve atoned. I’ve admitted fault. Karma can stop pissing on us?
Yesterday [...]
There’s something you should probably know about me. Given the quality of the writing around here and all, you’ve probably already figured this out, but just in case it somehow slipped past your radar:
I’m an idiot.
About 14 years ago, I was in the Navy. I graduated from high school a year or so before, didn’t [...]
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