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. In case you haven’t figured it out already, with the quality of the writing around here.
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 have any job prospects, didn’t have the grades/money to [...]
Justin is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, with a chocolate coating and a gooey nougat center.
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