It’s nearly 1 am. I’m still juggling ideas for an article that should have been submitted hours ago. Leaving things to the last minute isn’t new for me. I thrive on it.
My father is an incredibly difficult person to buy gifts for. Like most kids his age, he likes expensive toys and he wants them the first day they come out. Every holiday season I find myself in the customer service line at Best Buy returning something because he went out the week before and bought it himself.
While doing research on current technology, I came across a concept that sounded so much like science fiction, I was surprised to find that it wasn’t being done in a lab, but in people’s basements and garages.
I don’t spend money on clothing. I only fork out money on clothes that advertise my love for Dr. Who, but the rest I usually grab from a bin at Costco.
If a person can become addicted to video games the way one can become addicted to drugs, then the folks at Humble Bundle are the best dealers on your digital corner.
I woke up in my Seattle hotel room and made my way towards the bathroom. I swerved back and forth which told me that I had come out of my comatose state too early. I was still drunk, but it was wearing off fast and I had a mission.