If you own a pickup truck and live in Florida, I’ve got bad news for you. Florida drivers are apparently known around the country for coming in two flavors: blue-haired grannies driving 45 miles on the interstate with the left turn signal on for 20 miles and senseless idiots riding on bumpers at 90 MPH… in the rain… at night. As a long time survivor of the Florida motorways allow me to confirm this in the most certain terms. Pretty...

So, a couple weeks ago I was speaking to an otherwise intelligent but very, very Christian co-worker about the fact she is letting her teen daughter go to the launch night for some new vampire book. I expressed a bit of surprise that she was letting her daughter go to such secular festivities. Her reply: “I don’t believe it, of course, I’m a Christian, but I believe that my kids are smart enough to tell the difference between reality...

Image by Getty Images via Daylife I’ve been remiss in posting lately and it’s largely because I’ve been spending a lot of time with my always demanding customers. For those of you that don’t know, I work as a manager in the customer service department of a credit union. During these many extra hours of work, I’ve come to one conclusion: approximately 99% of the public is incapable of dealing with their finances without making an...

I have spent a great amount of my life doing some sort of customer service. I’ve done it in person for retail, tech support and food service. I’ve rendered similar services over the phone for both computer tech support and for a financial institution. I’ve done so both as a front line agent and as a supervisor in both cases. Between all my various customer service jobs I’m guessing I have somewhere around 15 years of...

I like making things. This may sound a bit childish. After all, who doesn’t like to make something out of nothing, but with my recent experiments in construction, I find that I really enjoy working with tools and wood in my hands. (pause for school-boy giggling) I’ve not done anything truly complex. Everything is constructed of rectangles, no fancy curves (other than my highly inaccurate wood cutting). So far, my faux-carpentry consists...