I'm much more afraid of the germs being spewed by rug rats and fellow passengers in the germ tube more than I am of blowing up in it.
Honestly, if you want to terrorize me, don't bring a bomb, bring a sneezing baby.
Here's to you, Matty. Your smile lit up a room. We will miss you so much, mglboy Rest in peace, Matt
Tomorrow is my friend Victoria's memorial service. It's weird. Victoria and I met at a dysfunctional startup at the end of the dotcom…
loveya mean it!