Yesterday, I worked a half-hour later than normal because suddenly things happened right at the end of the day that it seemed best to attend to then and there. Then I went to eat at Chipotle after work, mostly because…
Tag: A Day in the Life
Just Say No! (or: Do Quit Your Day Job)
I would imagine that having a day job is a lot like being a drug addict. It’s the simile I’m imagining, by the way, not what having a day job is like in the first place. I know all too…
Facebook ‘Em
I’ve spent far too much of my weekend trying to develop an application for the much-ballyhooed Facebook. We’re nearing a year since users could create Facebook apps and over five years since the original Country Quiz came out, so I…
My Life with Food
Food and I have never been friends. Food is like that friend one has when one doesn’t have a car, who one doesn’t really like or enjoy spending time with, but they have a car! So you hang out with…
3,991 and Counting
Like high inflation, everyone’s proclivity toward debt, and the Iraq War, StoreyTelling being inundated with a deluge of spam comments is looking like part of the reality I’m just going to have to adjust to. The one spam comment per…
So, What Do 1,335 Spam Comments Look Like?
As we used to say in Risk, the attack continues! Spam, glorious spam. This picture actually does no real justice to the sheer volume of spam comments that have been incoming. Assuming this started at midnight (pretty sure it was…
Bandwidth
This blog is under attack! As I speak (write), a few different URL’s have joined together to launch a coordinated effort to overwhelm this blog with spam comments. The comments function is disabled, so these comments are automatically coded to…
Getting the Finger
Portrait of the blogger as a left hand. One of these five is not like the other. One of these five just isn’t the same. And if you said “it has a wedding ring,” you’re not quite telling the whole…
Saturday in the Park
Been nearly two days in Chicago with a day to go. Have seen a full game in Wrigley Field (Cubs 3, Pirates 2), seen both of the previously unseen campuses I passed up as possible collegiate choices, and managed to…
Where Were You in Chicago?
Oh, Chicago. It’s been eight full years since my last visit to the Windy City (outside of one of the worst airport stopovers in modern history). The city of my almost absolutely ideal weather (could stand to be a little…