I have decided that blogging has made me creepy as hell. No, not blogging. Commenting on blogs. Tweeting. Facebooking. If you are one of the people who has been thinking to themselves (woohoo! ill-considered plural-for-unknown-gender pronoun!): "Selves, Backpacking Dad is creeping me out a little bit. He keeps showing up at my cyber-house and leaving…
Author: Backpacking Dad
It was a dark and stormy afternoon…
The heavens exsanguinated, perforated by a trillion tiny tines. Cool droplets did what cool droplets do when they meet a hot sidewalk: they exploded, water molecules racing to see which would go the fastest and farthest. As reinforcements arrived the event ceased to be a meteorological Gallipoli and became instead an aquatic Waterloo: small pockets,…
On Writing, Part 2
Ok. Now. Now. Now? Now. Now I tell you what the hell all the writing has been about. A few weeks ago I wrote a post about a certain website that shan’t be named again because said website acted, possibly, like an ass-hat. Somebody really liked that post. And other posts. And tweets. And so…