my wife's husband

I'm Tom. My wife matters. I matter by association. Other facts: I am a misanthrope with a heart of gold; My left leg is longer than my right and I blame Boston's sidewalks; I have a great memory but I don't get to use it often because I can't pay attention; I am not a liar but I lie like one; I am the fastest swimmer at my gym; I am the fattest person at my gym; Seriously, I can't pay attention; I like celery a lot; I don't like spinach but I can see why others might; I don't blog often because nobody cares, and nobody cares because I don't blog often; I'm not sad or lonely but sometimes I think I want to be; Beer is the most delicious of poisons; I hate semicolons and this has been a kind of therapy.
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Mar 1
 


Somebody has a case of the Mondays.

What sort of people start making edits to site files, fully aware that another programming team they hired is already working on these files, without even notifying said team and then complains about how said team overwrote code it didn’t know existed?

And why, on a day like that, does a site for a Los Angeles sandals shop get hacked?

And why does this all happen on a day that was supposed to be entirely dedicated to wrapping up a beast of a project that’s been plaguing me for weeks?

Half a shot (all that was left of our bottle of tequila) mixed in a glass of diet soda. Not surprisingly, this greatly improves the taste of the soda. But it does nothing to bring about the buzz my Monday warrants.

Joan Jett, dish-washing, freelance project proposal writing, online banking, and beating my high scores on Angry Birds for the third time, here I come.



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