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My hero wears tighty whities and TALKS VERY LOUDLY.

I have yet to write about my father, and I’ve been remiss in doing that. I love my dad, even when he embarrassed me as a kid at the mall with ohmuhgawd, friends to see it–and even when he wandered the house in his tighty-whities with his hair stuck up all over the place and groggily asking if anyone made coffee. I love him even when we video conference now and he leans over to TALK TO ME VERY LOUDLY. I STILL LOVE MY DAD.

More than just a fat kid’s disease.

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Nearly half of my life ago, my mother was diagnosed with Diabetes. It is a disease that many consider to be ‘easy.’ Easy to control, easy to maintain and often, mistake it for a ‘fat persons’ disease. It is neither a disease that is ‘easy’ nor just for ‘fat people.’ It is a disease that can and often slowly ticks away precious seconds, years, and wears down internal organs over time. Please help me find a cure for this disease, for my mother. For our mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, husbands, wives, grandparents and children.

Day 3: Spread the Love

Who knew that sitting on a bus that smelled like seven day old nacho doritos trapped in a smelly fat mans ass could teach you a valuable life lesson?

Good Bye, and Thank you Sir.

I wasn’t always a geek. I didn’t know about Lord of the Rings, I wasn’t familiar with Star Wars, I didn’t like C.S. Friedman and way back in high school I would have never dreamed about reading Lord of the Rings. All that changed one day in a single moment inside a middle-of-no-where high school library in a single blink of an eye.

Pinkopalypse

When it comes to computers, there are pink components, and there are good components, but there are scant few good pink components. While for most geeks this is not a problem, for me it is as the better half loves the color pink. So, in addition to doing every odd job I could think of to fill my time, I decided to right a serious geek wrong and make the pink computer I know she wants.

My Skies

My skies are painted in two different shades: hard lessons learned, memories of childhood warm and safe–and the hope for tomorrow peeking out from behind the fronds of a palm.