I'm in my 50's, an unabashed geek, fanfic writer, baker, griller, systems analyst for a Great American Railroad, devoted husband who met his wife at a Doctor Who fan club meeting in 1983, proud father of an incredible daughter who is about to break his heart by going over to Japan for a year, and generally harmless. Mostly.
The story behind my blog's URL? Well, it seems that when I let my hair get a wee bit too long, I'm told that I bear a strong resemblence to George Lucas. A lot. All the time. Incessantly. I usually take it as a sign I need a haircut.
Now that we live in a post-sexist, post-racist society, I can’t remember who to blame for everything.
Is it us?
I bet it’s totally us.
We blame a Gummi Bear.
Specifically? THIS Gummi Bear.
FUCK YOU, GUMMI BEAR. YOU RUIN EVERYTHING.
It’s actually all my fault. Twitter decided this.
No no no. Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my lost shaker of salt.
Ten years ago, the Great American Railroad announced that all our St. Louis IT jobs were moving to Sunny Omaha and if we wanted to keep them, well…
To their considerable shock (seriously), a good number of people bailed and found jobs elsewhere. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to, and here I am today…
…getting all these LinkedIn announcements of “Congratulate X for their Tenth Anniversary at…”
I’ve been gritting my teeth a lot lately.