It doesn't mean anything. It's just a word that a password-generation program I wrote several years ago came up with. I liked it, so I kept it.

That logo, which used to be a lot more prominent on this site, is from the regular expression language of pattern matching. The dot means any one character, and the asterisk following it means any number (including zero) of occurances of whatever the preceeding character signified. So dot-asterisk in a regular expression will match anything, everything, or nothing.

Yes, I am some kind of a geek. Or something.

Actually I'm not a homo. I did, however, have to get a waiver from The Rainbow Coalition so I'd be allowed to have cats as pets.

I really make them, but there's a lot of luck involved in making an image turn out right.

Those are either my eyes or my cat Nugget's, depending on which page you're looking at.

The mowing part doesn't bother me, it's the trimming that I hate. If I don't do the former then I can skip the latter as well.

I can give a little knowledge now and then, but don't push your luck. I don't have the free time that I used to have.

Because I've seen the type of feedback that people get, and I get enough insults in my real life.

Not anymore. It used to be but several of the pages have drifted to the dark side. I'll get on it when I've solved all of the more pressing problems in my life.

I nearly always say that I like brunettes, but it seems that every time I point someone beautiful out to my sister Dina it's always a blonde.

On weekdays the only time I'm ever in my car is going to or from work. I thought about cleaning it during those trips but they have all these pesky anti-littering laws.

When I was five I was trying out some new tennis shoes and crashed straight through a sliding-glass door. As an adult most of my dumbest moments have involved trusting my first impressions about other people.

Moving back to Indiana, though I should have done it years earlier.

Send a photo and we'll talk. Maybe.

I know you are but what am I?

If I had to guess I'd say it's because you're using a browser with poor CSS support. Try using a real browser made in the last couple of years.

Quick-Draw McGraw.

I have a million of them. People who don't use turn signals are pretty high on the list, as are the people who do all their gambling at the convenience store and make me wait in line while they cash a week's worth of dollar winners.

Funny you should ask. Here's an explanation.

One of the things that's important to realize is that I only write in my 'blog when I have something to say, and I usually only have something to say when I'm in a bad mood. This does tend to slant the entire 'blog towards the melancholy. Most of the time I'm in a good mood, despite what you may read here.

Well, the website was around for several years before the 'blog was started. I had my site up for my pool stuff, my cat stuff, and a section on a remote control. During all that time I had my name right there on the front page, so once I started the 'blog it was kinda too late to become anonymous.

Even with the 'blog, it was at first just a toned-down version of my own paper journal. Mainly used so that my friends and family would know that I wasn't dead, and that I did at times even imitate a social life. So I had no problem with my real name being there even then. Plus, it was incredibly boring back then so nobody wanted to read it anyway.

It really wasn't until the stuff started with LaptopGirl that I began to question what I was doing, writing all that shit where anyone could find it and know it was me that was writing it. But by that time I'd started to pick up a few loyal stalk, um, readers and I didn't really want to stop writing. I felt an obligation to these new readers. It was early 2005 when I wrote that entry, but the feelings of obligation had started earlier, maybe the Spring of 2004.

So by now, over a year and a half after the shit started hitting the fan, and over a year after I completely lost myself, it's just become a therapeutic habit for me to write this shit out and put it on the Internet. I really don't think very many of my readers are surprised or shocked anymore, so I have nothing to be embarassed about. Nothing new anyway.

In August 2005 I decided to start tracking the total amount (in ounces) of all of beers I've had. I did some guesstimation for the initial numbers, and I'll update them as I drink more.

Funny you should ask. I just updated a cheat-sheet, just for you.

I have the barenada.com site (duh) and I used to duplicate the main blog at journalspace before that site went away. I do have a myspace page, but it's never updated and I hardly ever go there. My facebook page is more active.

Yes.