Usually I come to this page with an idea of something to write about. Not today. This will probably be one of those random posts with little bits of everything in it. Have you ever noticed that my first paragraph is always long enough to make that drop cap thing on the left look right?…

I always help myself to the student discount when available. Sure, I don’t actually go to school, but I still have my UT ID, and I’d argue that I learn more on a regular basis than most college students. Before today I’d never had any problem using my ID. I’m sitting at a poker table…

On my fancy Treo 700 I have a little plugin that shows my daily todo list and calendar entries below my programs. I have to do this because otherwise I never really notice the things I write there, and thus don’t do them. I use the todo list a lot, but the calendar is basically…

As I mentioned previously, my gas got turned off. I’m moving soon, so I’ve been getting my house ready to be sold. Part of that includes turning on the gas again so that the inspector can make sure everything’s fine. At noon a knock lands upon my door. I open it and see a towering…

Ok, guys. I have a good one for you. I should be sleeping right now, but I was hanging out with one of the Angels until 5am, and then for some reason I went back to work after that. Now it’s 8am and I can’t fall asleep. So, who are Tynan’s Angels? A fine question,…

I actually found this on boingboing.net. I shouldn’t even post their name since they’re one of the few big aggregating sites that has never run one of my articles. But hey, when they’ve got a good article, they’ve got a good article. They posted This MP3 about how to always do the right thing. It’s…

Wow. Is this three posts in three days? It’s like the good old days. Remember those? So, today I wake up and go through my normal routine. Read e-mails, listen to voicemails, eat some breakfast, say hi to my beautiful fishies, etc. Time for the shower. I turn the water to hot and weigh myself…

I walk down to my stupid community mailbox to check my mail. The idiocy of these types of mailboxes strikes me, as it has every other time I’ve checked my mail. Bills. Magazines. Junk Mail. A package slip! I couldn’t remember what I ordered, but that happens a lot. I start driving towards the post…