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With Christmas now in the rear-view mirror and the promise of accomplishing my 2007 goals fading it’s time to refocus. Merry Porkin’ Christmas! Yesterday I ate enough pork to insult two Jewish families. Oh dear God there was bacon, sausage … Continue reading →

It’s unlikely that you are reading my blog today, but if you are, thanks! I hope that all of you who are celebrating Christmas today are having a wonderful time. And to those who don’t celebrate Christmas, Happy Tuesday! Twelve … Continue reading →

Talk about a frustrating two-thirds of a weekend (I count Friday night as part of my weekend). All I Want To Do Is Copy My Data I am trying to set a good example by backing up my data to … Continue reading →

It’s my own fault that I’ve waited so long to get the last couple of Christmas cards that I need to mail. This morning I was expecting Target to open early (7am) during the final push toward Christmas, but my … Continue reading →

This morning I was miffed when the Marta driver would re-open the doors for me, then not a minute later another train arrived at the station. Upon getting to Five Points I had to wait for a while for a … Continue reading →

My hermit tendencies manifest themselves the most this time of year. I had to participate in a 5pm phone call for work so I didn’t get onto Marta until approximately 6pm. By 6pm things were already cold and dark outside. … Continue reading →

Sadly I have not volunteered to help Santa Claus. Instead one of the tasks I performed last night was to start logging serial numbers for all of my electronics. Yes, crime has gotten so bad in Atlanta that it has … Continue reading →

A weekend full of poisoning my body, neglecting exercise, and not completing things that I needed to has led me to realize that I have become someone that I don’t like. We Must Be In The Front Row! Well, close … Continue reading →

Marta tends to draw eccentric people. I am being polite because I am one of them. This morning as my train ambled up the middle of 400 I swear a woman near the window was giving the people in the … Continue reading →

This morning I had a forty-five minute commute, on