Never tell me the odds.

Virginia is for lovers… of traffic.

would drive 421 miles and he would drive 421 more, just to be the man who drove 842 miles just to fall down at the Pasalano’s door.

July, it’s a safe bet you’re going to be interesting.

has inexplicably decided to re-read Stephenson’s The Baroque Cycle trilogy, because apparently I think I’ve got copious free time to burn.

Today is the Big Day. Actually, one of the Big Days of this summer. For there will likely be a few.

is re-compiling the kernel. Or rather, the computer is. Ryan is going to bed.

is re-compiling the kernel. Or rather, the computer is. Ryan is going to bed.

is trying to remember the last time he saw two movies in the theater in one day… gonna have to go back to Splash/Romancing the Stone.

The reason I can post this is that this morning @Staceyartmkt woke up and did All The Things. She is awesome.