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This must be the reason I can never keep a blog. My life is completely uneventful. Except that it's not. I work, I travel, I sleep. Can I just pretend that my life is so eventful that I simply never have time to write things no one ever reads anyway? Let's go with that. Now that that's settled, my dog (heretofore referred to as Starbuck) wishes you a happy Friday.

We Were the Patriots

It was 2001, and I was a senior in high school. Anti-social by nature, I was somehow coerced into joining the marching band. Due to playing piano for ten years already, I was put in percussion. I was actually on a team, with friends, and it was awesome. At the end of summer, just after band camp, I got my driver's license. For the first time in my young life, the world finally felt normal.

In mid-September, a group of murderous extremists sought to take that away from me. And they did, at least for a little while.

The First From the Road

Beautiful sunset this evening. Sometimes the color I see in astounded me. And also, pisses me off so much because all I have with me is a cell phone camera. nat

Roll the Hard Six

One year ago, almost to the day, I lost one of my best friends. She was a staple in my college years, one of the few people that I really connected with at the time. In 2005, the same year we graduated and moved to different coasts, I introduced her to Ron Moore's Battlestar Galactica.

It became a favorite pastime of ours to watch the show together. I, being on the East Coast at the time, made the sacrifice of waiting three hours just so we could watch simultaneously via AOL Instant Messenger.