It can be argued either way that we have progressed or regressed when it comes to how people dress at work.  Before I delve into this, let’s discuss a key overriding factor to all of this.  Regardless of how one dresses, it’s your work output and quality that counts the most.  Someone can be a snappy dresser and be an utterly inferior worker with a lack of work ethic.  The smartest guys I’ve come across in the I.T. world tend not to be the most formal dressers and it makes no difference since they’re creating software code to make the world an easier place to live and work in.

This is s time-sensitive post which is why I have two entries today.  As I’ve expressed my love for Trader Joe’s in the past, I had a disturbing experience today while eating a sandwich bought from their Midtown location yesterday.  With 3 bites left to go in my Grilled Steak with Onion sandwich, I bit down on something hard.  I didn’t think much about it as I assumed it was a stray piece of bone from the meat or something like that.

Remember when that tsunami claimed over a hundred thousand lives the other year yet there were no animal corpses to be seen?  I was fascinated by that story, cementing the fact that animals do have a "sixth sense" or whatever you want to call it when it comes to external danger.

I was woken up this morning (pre-dawn) by the loud chirping of a bird.  During the warmer months, that’s the norm around our house a ...

In no way is today’s post a complaint or whiny entry.  This is simply a statement of the facts of this past weekend.  In what was to be a small break from our insane schedule the past few months (Megan is wrapping up her Master’s degree so there are zero days off from either work or clinical or class – Saturdays and Sundays are just another day for the near future), my sister-in-law was to take the girls for a sleepover.  As fate would have it, she came down with the flu on Thursday night and is still barely able to get out of bed so our planned, rare Saturday night off never came to pass.  Anyone who is a parent knows this is standard operating procedure – the best plaid plans are waylaid 50% of the time du ...

Sometimes forwarded joke emails hit a bit too close to home.  I got one from a friend the other day and it was your standard “You know you’re old when…”  As I finished the list of 25, I realized “Holy mackerel, even though I’m laughing at these because I can relate, am I now becoming so lame that these are almost all things that are true to us 30-something-plussers?”

Let’s go down the list that was sent to me and you can make a ...

Maybe it’s human nature based on instinct from things like riding a bicycle, but do you ever catch yourself leaning much farther than you have to when making a turn in your car?  Yes, there is some residual inertia you have to fight, most of it determined by the speed at which you’re making the turn, but I think we all tend to overcompensate, especially when making a left hand turn.

I didn’t really think much about this until one day, as I’m in a left turn lane and watching people turn l ...

We love movies because they allow us to escape from reality.  Most summer and Christmastime movies are of the "turn your brain off and be bombarded by sight and sound on screen".  There's absolutely nothing wrong with this but I do need to point out one stretch from reality that always is too farfetched for me.

If there is a movie dealing with hackers ...

This past week has been an aberration where there are more pictures than text but something was sent to me today that I absolutely have to post.  One of my ex-coworkers, Bree, is a huge hockey fan (along with her husband, Chris, whom I also worked with) and she sent me two photos of the Atlanta Thrashers’ mascot Thrash.  Normally he’s dressed up in standard mascot attire – hockey jersey, hockey pants, hockey socks, etc (see the first picture).  Since last night’s game was near Valentine’s Day, Thrash decided to dress in Cupid attire.  The problem is, it didn’t translate well.  As Bree succinctly put it, “…I guess this was supposed to be the Thrash ...