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Chuck and Jack's bed and breakfast.

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In 1991, my brother Jerry, who was working as an electrical engineer at the time, bought my family a Gateway computer, a top-of-the-line 386 powerhouse, with a laser printer. We weren't a family who had a super fancy house, new clothes, or stuff like that, so getting a computer was an incredible experience.

You have to understand the personal computing timeline, and how uncommon it was to have a computer at home. Most of us were exposed to the old Apple computers at school, the one where you had to have a boot disk, with monitors attached to the keyboards.

I believe we were one of the first in the area to have a computer in our home, and it was a very nice one. I was super excited to tell my shop teacher ("Industrial Arts") the next day because he was the computer guy at school. I told him about the computer, its specs, the software my brother had bought to go with it, and things I'd already learned.
I spent hours muddling around with the computer, learning what I co…

The book stacks are speaking.

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A few years back there was a kind of meme where people would take a photo of a stack of books and the whole of all the titles, themes, or author's names would be its own message.

I never really participated in that, but I do laugh frequently when I go to the local bookstore and see how books are arranged on the shelves. Whether on purpose or by accident, more than once the arrangement is fortuitous.

Sometimes it's not even the arrangement that matters. Sometimes the title of the book is enough, such as this one on having less and not shopping, available for you to buy while shopping.



My Instagram feed, known as one of the most boring in the world (I'm guessing), is often filled with artless filter-free photos of books. Usually it's what I'm reading next, but sometimes I'm in a bookstore and can't help myself.



Some are simply uplifting.



Sometimes I see a juxtaposition of intriguing titles that, while I can't put my finger on it, seems to have something …

I hate this hacker crap.

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It's been a long day at work. It's hot and I'm tired and overwhelmed. I'm weary on many levels and I've just paid for three expensive car repairs that have eaten through my savings like a flamethrower in butter. 
So what do I find in my email today when I get home?




"I'm going to send it to your nine contacts."

Wow, dude, seriously.

I'm no stranger to these kinds of threats from these kinds of losers; thanks to the protest a year back, I already have a cartoon ready to use for these pathetic excuses for humanity. I think we're dealing with someone who looks like panel #6 for sure.

So, first I headed to the FBI, reported the email, and then to other various law enforcement entities.

Then I responded back to this cretin.




Loser.


Ye olde car in general.

Just weeks after a car repair, I found myself praying I'd make it to the shop before my car died.

Whether it was battery or alternator, I did not know, but a friend had to jump my car, tow trucks were involved, a prayer-laced drive across town in rush hour traffic, a few roll-and-gos because too much stopping made the car sputter, and finally sliding into a parking spot at the garage where my electric window wouldn't roll up.

I described the incident to my friend. "I thought you just got the car fixed?"

"Oh, you know how it is with Chrysler owners," I said. "You practically have to check underneath the car every morning to see what else has fallen off."

Ye olde transmission.

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In about ten years, I can probably put North Dakota Pioneer plates on my vehicle. It is not a spring chicken.

The transmission has been leaking bit by bit for about six months. I tried to pretend it wasn't the transmission, because of my personally low GDP. Two years ago I tried to pretend it wasn't the brakes, but in the end I had to offer hundreds of dollars to the automotive gods. Last year, I drove through a summer that ended up being hotter than Hades without a working air conditioner. I finally had the cash money to get that fixed just in time for winter.

I set up an appointment at the service station where I get my car fixed. I am going to a conference in Medora this summer and that's a long, hot drive to make in a sketchy car that's leaking transmission fluid.

I drove my car to the shop the evening before, and my friend followed and took me home. Back in the garage, I looked at the concrete floor where my car had been parked. While I was accustomed to the slig…

Lt. Col. Jessica Sexton has some money for me.

I received an email on Sunday:


Please Its Urgent

It was from an email address that was a university student or instructor. I responded back that I didn't know what the email was about, but noted, curiously, that Gmail was saying it was part of a thread of twelve emails.

The response came from a different email address:



Lt Col Jessica Sexton <1407ltcoljessica@gmail.com>

My apology to encroach into your privacy in this manner; I am here to offer you my partnership in business. You do not know me but I mean no harm sending you this proposition.

Before I introduce myself, you may wonder why I would delegate a business proposal to a total stranger, but this is the best I can do in my present situation not because there is no one left in my life but there is absolutely no one close enough to entrust the nature of this business with as my only daughter serves as a clergy (minister nun) to my Anglican rooted home convent church town in North Carolina and I am an orphan and windowed. My …

Revisited: The undeniable facts about the safety of Diet Coke.

On June 5, 2013, I published a blog post to my then WordPress blog about Diet Coke. It was sort of about Diet Coke, but more about the food police. The post sat there with a few comments from my regulars until the July 4th weekend, when it exploded and went viral and got about a half million or more hits.

I could talk a lot about being on the receiving end of virality (it's not so great), and maybe someday I will, but in general the responses I received (in the comments section of the post and via social media) tended to break out like this:

65% "Thank you thank you, I get so tired of the food police."25% "I can't believe how ignorant you are, let me school you in all of the unhealthy things you shouldn't be consuming."5% "You must work for Coca Cola."3% "Ha ha you're an idiot."2% "Check out my sex toys website" (for reals) or some variant of "I have a great business opportunity that you can make hundreds of thousan…