Long-time self-proclaimed web guru, PR flack and failed architect. Former professor.
Manager of corporate communications for Amway. Occasional freelancer. Laughable gardener.
Proud husband and father of two girls that will cost me my life savings and send me to a pauper's grave if the ticking time bomb inside my brain doesn't kill me first.
Beer and bourbon drinker. Soccer buff. Defender of all things Cleveland.
Has launch codes. $1B OBO.
At long last, I drag my spouse kicking and screaming into the blogosphere. And she likes it that way.
Laptop Confessions is a blog for the guilty conscience in us all. The first post is all trash talk and it gets tawdier from there. I'd tell you more, but it's late and she's dimming the lights...No, not the band. Though not bad, really.
I've had roughly three days to play with Posterous. So far, so good. I still laugh at Steve Rubel calling this his lifestream. I was never a fan of cutesy buzz jargon. Then again, Steve Rubel can pretty much say whatever he damn well pleases. He's earned it. I digress... My past few posts have been, well, rather cockneyed. Pardon the idiom. I can be a sourpuss for sure, but geez, some positivity please!Maybe it's the Facebook withdrawal. Maybe it's that I have to clean up a convent later this morning. You read that right. Regardless, remind me to fake a smile on occasion. Us web types take ourselves way too seriously.I should be in bed. A good night's sleep. Then a new dawn, a new day.With nuns.Comments [0]
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