as if getting in 45 minutes weren't enough, something liquidy exploded in my checked bag. I dunno what yet--just felt the side of the bag all wet, putting it in the trunk.
let's hope it was the bottle of febreeze and not the bottle of lube.
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…
I picked up my Call of Duty 6: Modern Warfare 2 promptly at midnight last night. It was pretty crazy: Infinity Ward had a tank, a humvee, and a line…
Do you think there's a shelter for battered shrimp?