I'm sorry for the things I said
I'm sorry for the things you read

Ironic that, the day I get home from a "hacker" conference, my credit card company informs me that my account number may have been compromised (along with many others). The card has been voided and a new one is already in the mail…yay.

A phone call to my house at 6:15am usually results in curse words and violent fits of rage. Fortunately for Rich, who is doubling today as airport shuttle slash traveling buddy, this is the morning we leave for DEFCON in Las Vegas.

Feelings of passion explode into tears
All hopes for the future are now empty years

My interpretation of a picture that Jay Barnes took of a strangely-themed, kids version of Cottennelle toilet paper:

I originally posted this on Florida Today's forum, in response to the "kids-in-car" bill that the Florida House of Representative were considering. I kinda liked it, so I wanted it to live forever here, too:

You know how you can tell whether or not you're talking to an idiot? One way to know for sure is if they ask you nonsensical questions over and over again, taking baby steps to clarify what they actually need. Then, once you finally understand the nature of their inquiry, it has absolutely nothing to do with you at all and is probably something they could have easily figured out on their own with minimal effort.

I recently called "The New AT&T" to merge my BellSouth and Cingular services into one bill in an attempt to save money. When I agreed to let them enable long distance service on my account they told me that after the call they would transfer me to a third party company. This company would, effectively, confirm my long distance changes and life would be great from thereon after.

This is for all the people out there who are against the idea of charter schools (especially the ones who declare that they should all be shut down permanently). I know of countless parents who are grateful that their kids have had the opportunity to excel in these much-needed schools when the public schools didn't work out. The environment, the teaching styles…it all varies with each charter, and that variety is something that you can't find in your average public school.

Today, whilst driving home on Knecht Road in Palm Bay (a 35 MPH road), one of two cops standing on the side of the street motioned for me to stop. So I stopped and rolled down the window, but only about halfway. I looked at him with my shades on and a "what the hell do you want" expression. After a brief moment of silence, as if he had to make up something to say, he spoke: