Archive | Out and About

28 January 2010 ~ 6 Comments

California, here I come

California, here I come

It’s time to hit the road… er, tarmac… er, whatever. I’m going on a trip via airplane, okay?

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13 November 2009 ~ 0 Comments

I’m not much more than an interpreter, and not very good at telling stories.

I’m not much more than an interpreter, and not very good at telling stories.

The Boy and I embrace our inner nerds and head to Houston for quite possibly the coolest event this side of the Outer Rim.

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13 November 2009 ~ 1 Comment

In the land of beer and cheese (and sausage)

In the land of beer and cheese (and sausage)

Hey, remember when I went to Milwaukee? You should, because I told you that I was going. Your recollection, however, should be very vague because I never told anything about it. If you have detailed memories about my trip, I’m sorry: you’re crazy.

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04 November 2009 ~ 1 Comment

Halloween!

Halloween!

One of the many of things that happened whilst I wasn’t blogging was mankind’s annual celebration of sugar, dressing oddly and going door-to-door to bother people: Halloween!

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08 October 2009 ~ 3 Comments

Greetings from Milwaukee

Greetings from Milwaukee

Hi there! I’ve been in Milwaukee all week long at a nerd conference. I’m flying back home today and will work on hammering out a recap on the plane. Expect it to show up here several weeks (or possibly months) from now.

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03 October 2009 ~ 2 Comments

Schlimiel, schlimazel, hasenpfeffer incorporated

Schlimiel, schlimazel, hasenpfeffer incorporated

I don’t have tickets to an Alice Cooper concert, but I am headed to Milwaukee. In fact, if you’re reading this after 7:30 p.m., I’m already there.

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02 October 2009 ~ 0 Comments

Football, parties, wedding, etc…

Football, parties, wedding, etc…

When I don’t do a decent blog post for a month, this is what you get: a thousand bullet points and a hundred pictures.

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31 July 2009 ~ 2 Comments

6-4-3

6-4-3

Sometimes, your kids do something very small that shows that they’re undeniably yours. Little things that show that there’s a connection between you and them; not because you’ve cultivated it, but just because it exists on its own. Something innate, not programmed.
I was pleased when my son decided that he liked Star Wars. I was [...]

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