Vindication, at long last.
For years I’ve been accused of having a habit that’s detrimental to my health. Of being obsessed with something that, in the final reckoning, is bad for me. Everyone wants to call it “an addiction”; a word that has implicit negative connotations to it.
But in reality all I have been doing – and am doing right now – is saving my life, one... 
This week I gave in to reality and let it sink me for a moment. Then I told it, in the words of Barnabas Collins from Dark Shadows, to “strategically place [its] wonderful lips upon my posterior and kiss it repeatedly”.
I gave in to reality when I wandered into Best Buy to pick up the fifth season of Chuck on DVD. But not only was it season five…it said – explicitly on top of... 
I love my Tuesday night volleyball.
OK, to be fair, I love every night of beach volleyball, but Tuesday night was especially fun this week. I subbed for Mike at 6:15 (Chickenscratch, hour one) and then played pick-up games after 9:15 doubles until about quarter after twelve. Good times across the board with good people and good exercise to boot. What more could one ask for? Beer? It’s there,... 
I love being set, up.
Not “set up”, as in finding yourself on an episode of Fear Factor or something like that. ”Set, up” as in getting a great volleyball set up in the air.
Like the kind that I get on Tuesday or Thursday nights. The kind that arc high enough to give me time to get in the air; the ones that just seem to hover over the net; the ones that I can swing on and put... 
OK, there’s a lot of discussion around whether or not The Chive is safe for work, and I figured I’d do my part at putting it to rest. But before we get to that point, we need to run through a couple of scenarios where viewing probably the best site in the world is probably not safe.
First – if you work at a place where beautiful pictures and personalities are frowned upon (like, for... 
I learned three things on my flight back from Denver yesterday.
First, you can’t use remote control vehicles in the aircraft. I suppose it was kind of implicit / common sense, but they did explicitly call it out on the safety card of the 737-700, and since our flight attendant made us read it and sign in blood that we were willing to carry out the duties “of the brown haired guy in the... 
What do you get when you put 20-something pricing people from various organizations in the company in a room together?
Called names.
Apparently I’m no longer the Director of Special Pricing, a title which I’ve held (and frankly kind of enjoyed) for the last three years. No, as of this morning I’m now known as the SPOM guy. There are worse things I could be called (and, I suspect,... 
