I've got half the mind to shut down this site for good. See, I tend to talk to myself when I've got another Rubix's Cube in my life. You shoulda seen me in my workshop with a pencil doing the math on my bench—you'd think I was hosting a talkshow!

This place isn't expensive to run; 2022's domain + hosting set me back me all of $19.64. While it's a few bucks more than a bag of Black Rifle Coffee from the Bass Pro Shop at the Pyramid, the shelf life is oh so much better!

But, I got to thinking: I don't need to weaken/remove my presence here—I need to go FULL THROTTLE! This is more than a place to flip a few words onto their heads; it's a place to get things done!

This site spearheads my projects. I think without it, I'd watch ol' Lorelai, Michael Scott or Barney Fife and go on a run through the entire catalogs of Little Debbie, Blue Bell and Lay's.

Now, that's one corpus that makes a body a corpse!

Tangentially relevant: one of my more endearing memories was getting off work providing IT support for Germantown Baptist in 2002. Across the street from the church, I'd pick up a snack bag of California Dill Pickle Lay's Chips and a 20 oz bottle of Vanilla Coke. Then for that long I-240 South drive back to Jackson Ave, I'd listen to...

...the Counting Crows' Hard Candy (2002)...

...Creed's Weathered (2001)...

....Nickleback's Silver Side Up (2001)...

...or Weezer's Pinkerton (1996).

I recall a December evening in that space with embers of Sun on the horizon. Flowing my arm out the window of that Chevy Silverado, winter was stinging as I listened to Counting Crows' track, Miami...

It's all so long ago but it was yesterday. I feel like I could be pulling into a parking spot at the Mug and run into a roomful of friends...

And here I am.

Tangent aside, if I may borrow from an album that played heavy in my rotation from way back when, All That You Can't Leave Behind (Fall 2000): I just might Walk On from Stars Hollow, Scranton and Mayberry. Maybe it's time to board the Galactica...