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...Wine is decidedly more accessible when served by a robot. Snug Harbor was no match for The Spotted Cat. Electric trolley cars of the past are the wave of the future. And when you snap shots of sugary beignets with a BlackBerry at 3 a.m. thinking your Facebook friends will care, it's time to call it quits.
Hmm. Thinking I'll have to convince the boss that New Orleans is our next conference destination. Breakout sessions on Bourbon Street? Put the "social" back in social media, I say.Comments [0]
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