There are certain bass lines that permeate my skull and just stick with me to such an extent that I am liable to subconsciously hum them to myself for days on end, even when un-prompted by hearing the songs themselves.…
I’ve been trying to figure out how to write this post for a month now, so I figure it’s about time for me to just go ahead and do it, else I might never blog again. I’ve rewritten this post…
Fröliche Weinachten to all my friends and family! I wish you all the best. Most especially: Happy birthday, Jesus!
The ending’s a touch obvious, but still a nifty little bit of filmmaking:
…and the Philly Phanatic’s Hot Dog Cannon: Truly, we are living in an age of technological greatness.
I guarantee it:
So it’s readily apparent that my blog output has been woeful as of late. I could come up with a litany of excuses as to why this is so, but truth be told, it’s been a case of my heart…
As I was attempting to install Server Admin on a Mac today, I came across this beaut of an error message: Macs: user friendly, my eye.
…Only submachine-gun-packin’, wheelchair-ridin’, toodles-shootin’ outlaw grandmas will have guns: Heh.
Or is it “hoo-ah!”? More of the second. Definitely.
