About two years ago, I started working on a movie database app so that I could learn how to do web forms development in ASP.NET. It looks terrible, but it functions, and it gave me some good insight, and was good practice. So when I decided that I wanted to take a trip down MVC
I was writing up a post about a piece of software that I’m working on right now, but threw it away because it belongs on my other blog, and shouldn’t be written until I’ve finished the project. So I trashed it, and then Godsmack’s newest album, 1000HP, started to play over Spotify. I went to
It seems that I am having a bit of a crisis here. I am entering a point in my life where I am not sure what I want to do with it anymore, and beginning to seriously think about the different paths I could still take. I watched a Ted Talk the other day by
I cannot for the life of me remember which play I saw first. I’ve only seen a handful of plays in my life, and you’d think they would bank easily in my memory, but they don’t. No more than the circuses I’ve been to, or the movies I’ve seen. The four I can remember seeing are
For years, more than I can count, I wanted to be a writer. I started out writing things that I’d seen on TV. It started with Power Rangers. I wrote some of the events that were happening on the screen, and I gave them to a student teacher I had in one of my classes.
I turn 30 in a few weeks. That isn’t a big thing for a lot of people, but I guess it is for me. Over the past few years I’ve made fun of every one of my friends for becoming 30. I teased my sister relentlessly for becoming old the day she turned 30, and
I like Twitter. I like Twitter for a number of reasons, the least of which is it has allowed me to cultivate loose relationships with people that I admire. (Danielle Corsetto and Randal Milholland, to name two.) I am not fond of most of the users on Twitter; I think, (and I include myself in
My Grandfather fascinates me. I think that’s true for most Grandchildren, though. I know I’m not unique in that when my grandfather starts to tell a story about his life, I sit enraptured listening to it even if I’ve heard the story a dozen times. His stories aren’t about the War, or about being part