When I die, I hope they use the photo from my “About Me” page, or something similarly silly. I don’t take myself seriously in life, I’d hate to start after I was dead.

I just love that the bridge is called Hell Gate Bridge. It brings to mind images of demons and hellspawn erupting from some portal to the netherworld. Trains go in through one side of the portal, and a massive snakelike demon emerges from the other, wreaking havoc and laying waste to the countryside.

My first update in over two weeks. The shame is so great, if this were feudal Japan I’d be forced to disembowel myself to regain honor. Luckily it’s not, and I get to keep my guts where they are.

It’s amazing how much can happen in just a week. The tree has lost so much of its foliage in so short a time. I find it hilarious, though, that all the other trees have been bare for so long, and this one tree is holding on as much as it can.

I’m not a fan of telecommuting. I’ll do it when necessary, but for the most part it’s a fairly painful process. My VPN connection is always a little sluggish, I don’t have all the tools I need, and it’s a little harder to concentrate on my work. Especially with views like these right out my window.