Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra self-important and narcissistic, I fancy myself an adequate writer. In a fit of self-delusion (I mean, do you really care?), I’ve acted on these pipe dreams by posting a whack of writing I did when I worked at the hellacious Sympatico-Lycos. Some of it is okay, and some of it is bad. Either way, enjoy, and as always, comments and discouraging words are always welcome.
le 22 fevrier
The songs currently tattooed on our brains (a.k.a. songs my son can sing and/or ask for by name)
Life with a child, part 63
le 25 decembre
My (current) iPhone Apps
For anyone who owns an iPhone, one of the most common questions you hear...
le 5 septembre
He has his mother's sense of humour
Me: Hey, let’s get a card for mommy. The Boy: Sure! Me: Okay, you pick...
le 26 août
Alec is indoctrinated into the murky world of merchandising
(4265 KB) Watch on posterousHe (okay, we) love Yo Gabba Gabba, but the massive Toys...
le 9 juin
Activate Mac OS X's Terminal using a keyboard shortcut
A fast Applescript hackery to replace another hack that may be going away in Mac OS X 10.6.