We all know the story of the boogey(wo)man. He/she lives in the closet. Or under the bed. He/she comes out at night and gobbles you up. Or at least threatens to. We all think it’s done once we age. Like cheese, mold makes us immune. It’s the truth too. But that doesn’t mean the boogey(wo)man [...]
Rod lived next door. When Mark and I first met him, his name was Jeremiah. Between the time we met him and the time he became Rod, he was Kordell. Also between those two things was a lot of salami. It’s delicious. We’d eat our salami sandwiches, Mark and I, and discuss geopolitical issues of [...]
Part VII, Dance
A Post-Modern, Pre-Present Sawtooth Software Conference Live Blog, Anti-Live and ABSOLUTELY in Mono-Color from Delray Beach, Florida.
In Delray Beach, Florida you learn all about chaos theory, conjoint analysis, maximum differences, partial worths, cluster analysis, reverse segmentation and agent based simulations. I learn about those things too except instead of sitting for 10 consecutive [...]
Harold wasn’t the sort of man to make decisions. That’s what his mailbox was for. Isn’t it obvious? A tin home for aluminum ideas. Foiled again by misconception! I visit Harold’s ideas in the mailbox often. We’d discuss other things of the sort though I wouldn’t dare list them here on this blog. Aluminum tin [...]
I was thinking about that one time when you and I sat up on the roof for thirteen straight days. The only food we had was that pack of cigarettes in your back pocket. At first we thought it might be best to smoke them because I had heard once that smoking is sort of [...]
I talked to my parents yesterday. I was reminded of this story I once told long, long ago when God’s grass was green and my hair was purple…
All we can ever manage to talk about is Winston. Which actually makes sense. Our relationship is completely devoid of any common ground. I don’t even like Winston. [...]
Golden Palace has tattooed me a record forty-nine times. Now I just sit here at this computer all day, never leaving, typing out pointless things because (1) I’m rich and (2) I look terrible with all the tattoos. Every few weeks though, the Golden Palace folks come by and drag me out to some event. [...]
So back to the hands. I wonder why I must spend so much time there. It was sort of neat when I first disconnected, but can’t we try something new? I don’t ask him that though. I’m not supposed to talk. I’m not supposed to even think. Well, I am supposed to think but with [...]
It’ll be ready tomorrow morning. How is it though, that something that was supposed to take me several hours is taking me just a few. I’m missing something here, I think. Something that has to do with weather or not the weather outside is spelled weather or weather. It could go either way. You told [...]