Author: Michael Harrison

Today, we were on our way out of the apartment, headed to the grocery store for some food. It’s nice and cool and the skies were blue, and Natania said, “This would be a perfect day to go to the mountains.” And so, we did. For the bridal shower, Natania got a really great pic-a-nic…

I need to close some windows or my computer asplode, so I’m gonna go all bulleted-list on yo’ unsuspectin’ ass. Bear in mind that half of these can be found at boing boing: So, you’re a Neil Gaiman fan? And you think that Dave McKean is a damn fine artist? Oh, and you really miss…

Much time has passed since we last spoke, friend. …is how I would open an entry were I a character in a Dungeons and Dragons game. Which may come to pass, because I’ve been invited to join a local campaign. It meets bi-monthly, on Sundays, for seven hours. I’m a little nervous, to be honest.…

The week just started, and it’s been hellish at work. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much I’m looking forward to finishing up in school and getting a teaching job. I’d be out on summer holiday by now! Really, though, I understand how difficult teaching is. Which reminded me of this one teacher…

Our cat, named Luna, swallowed an amount of thread from the Persian rug in our living room. Until earlier today, we just thought that she was having trouble passing a hairball. Then we saw that there was a length of thread coming out of her anus. We took her to the emergency vet tonight at…

Just thought I’d link to this War On Pornography thing. Y’know… maybe I’ll make up a small percentage of effort toward the Google-bomb. Post-of-substance to come later, after work.

I’ve been reading Douglas Coupland’s Microserfs, and it’s making me painfully nostalgic for the days of trumpet winsock and the bbs. I remember the first time I “talked” to another live human being with my keyboard, and how exciting gopher and MU*s and surfing the World Wide Web via Lynx was. World Wide Web is…

…can probably be found over at bOING bOING. Unfortunately for me, my friends haven’t given me any good links lately that don’t involve flopping mammaries or bodily fluids of some kind. Nonetheless, this photo-documentary of the daily commute on the MTA is very well-done. Check it out. I’m off to get rid of approximately 75%…

Thanks to Alana and a random algorithm that deigned to bestow upon her some invites, I can now be reached at AN UNDISCLOSED GMAIL ACCOUNT WITH THE USERNAME OF C Z E C H dot H A R R I S O N. No fair that plain ‘ol czech@ was taken was too short, but…

I don’t want to move again, friends. If I never explore the world, and I die in Greensboro, North Carolina, it’ll be because of June 1st, 2004, a date which will be imprinted on my memory forever. Needless to say, we were not quite as prepared as we had previously believed. By around 1pm on…