On My Honor, I Will Do My Best To Be Prepared (To Argue)

That time I fought the Boy Scouts and won. Then lost. When I was in the fifth grade.

Sine Qua Non

I am now a grown-up. At thirty-four years old, I’ve somehow managed to avoid the pitfalls of encroaching adulthood and sidestep the devious placement of its various landmines for over three decades now, but it’s finally caught up… Read More

Thus Spake Bloggerthustra!

(note: I originally intended this reflection on the Blogosphere to be my 200th post, but I miscounted and overshot the mark, hitting the 201st post by mistake. I am, against all demonstrable evidence to the contrary and with… Read More