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Check this out. What’s next, flame jobs and spoilers?

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Just found a really cool site of train-related photography with a page that features a picture of my pops:

photo copyright Rod Carbone
My dad worked the same lines for his entire career as a railroader: between Grand Junction, Colorado and Denver, but usually the shorter routes between Grand Junction and Bond or Minturn. As far [...]

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True irony and Change Management

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Warren the ape

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Shiftyeye.com has found DeVoe!

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One of the coolest clubs I’ve ever checked out, Sub, is ending at the end of the month. The Mize and I rocked that place way back in the dizay; you had to drag us out of Flex.
But never fear! The organizers are rocking a new club, in one of my favorite [...]

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As is evidenced by my “travels” page, I’m off to Natchez for the weekend. I’ll be sure to get a drive-through liquor drink for y’all. See you suckers on the flip side.

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The tubby, middle-aged, bearded computer nerd exiting the 14th floor restroom with his well-worn brown leather belt a notch tighter on his low-slung jeans and a copy of O’Reilly’s Mastering Regular Expressions tucked in the armpit of his faded cotton flannel shirt.
If you see this, it’s best to either wait until later or go to [...]

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I thought a follow up with the results of that clever BBC poll was in order. And the winner is…Homer Simpson. Good thing I like to live ironically.

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After downloading it what seems like decades ago and never really feeling like converting degrees/minutes/seconds to decimal and the like, I finally started messing around with Indy Junior today.
I put in a lot of old travel dates, which clogs it up a bit, but I think this is a cool tool for folks who are [...]

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With my buddy from college and his lovely betrothed in town last weekend, I exceeded all sorts of limits. Too much consumption. Too much Yacht Club. Waaaaay too much beer. Unbelievable amounts of espresso brewed Scotty-style. Not nearly enough Ashetonio screaming in Brando’s sound-proof room, though.
But probably the most mysterious [...]

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Sometimes I get this irrational idea that there’s only so much “goodness” in the world, almost like it’s a natural resource or a currency, and that the reason I have it so good is because I just have “more” of the “goodness” available to me and the reason some poor person in Congo has it [...]

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US Route 666 has been renamed US Route 491.

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My buddy from college, Tone, and his betrothed are in town, and we hit the Yacht Club in style with Tikihead, Jeff, Brando and Trav. Trouble all around.
In the end, we were just shoving fists full of money at purveyors of booze and rides to and from and grunting.
You know you’re old when you’re [...]

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