My Rexona V8 roll-on deo is empty. Just like my soul. But hey, the axe spray is still half full. It’s even supposed to turn the wearer into a veritable pheromone factory. Or something. The last few days have been a rollercoaster of epic proportions for my immune system. It all started a week ago when I turned up at ...
My computer is in my room most of the time. It is connected to the internet of tubes via a magical wireless connection. This wireless connection is with a router on the floor below, maybe a dozen feet or so away, separated only by a layer of concrete and sometimes my legs. The seemingly gargantuan task of pushing radio waves ...
When reading something, I sometimes have a tendency to guess whether the author was male or female. I don’t know if this is some kind of inherent sexual stereotyping or if it’s something far less useful. It just feels odd when I’m reading something, and suddenly I get this feeling that this is a man’s writing. And then I read ...
I’m going to take someone’s advice and just write. I haven’t been putting much effort into this little journal of sorts lately, and I have a feeling my 60, 70 or (hopefully) 80 year old self would really appreciate hearing about my exploits back when I was young, spry, not an internationally renowned figure and slightly more dashing. To you, ...
