Get your hands out of your lap, Maintenance Guy. There's an axe with your name on it.
Of course, it just could be my mood. It could be the “reflective” part of my PMS swing. The part that is deep, contemplative, meaningful…right before the terror begins.
It all began when I decided that being the smartest, funniest, always correct, most meticulous and insightful editor, most fascinating writer, and extremely creative book cover designer in the room wasn't enough. I felt had to bless everyone by sharing... Continue Reading →
A rant about everyone stupid enough to piss me off. Which apparently are "humans that breathe."
Banana peels...they're everywhere!!
How to answer Google's interview questions, by an expert (who has never done it.)
A humorous look back at Mo's subsequent week. “Brunch was awesome. You guys gotta do that more often!” —Happy brother-in-law I concur with the statement that brunch was awesome. Everyone was perfect and I didn’t stress out too much (considering... Continue Reading →