you can’t really tell, but the mama goose was hissing at me as i biked by.
From the legacy archive
From the legacy archive
you can’t really tell, but the mama goose was hissing at me as i biked by.
You’ve found the legacy blog. It’s twenty-some years of writing, in roughly the state I left it. Spacer GIFs, old jokes, posts that did not age well; some of it is fine, some of it is a basement. I keep it online because the work was real, and because deleting old posts would feel like editing my own past.
If you’d rather see current writing, the writing page is the right door.