Luck was with me today, and when my turn came, I was directed to the teller with the nice asset management skills. I puffed my chest out ever so slightly, and explained to her what I needed to do. She smiled. I smiled. Things were going well.

Then she just kept on smiling. She didn’t pick up a pen, nor did she grab a form to fill out. The silence grew thick with awkwardness. Maybe she didn’t hear me?

This wonderful news is almost surreal.

The Iraqi people, their future leaders, our soldiers, the countries bordering Iraq, and the world, are all safer today. He's murdered almost a million people in his 25 years, and now, he's history.

Praise the Lord!!

"We are good, they are evil, NOTHING is relative." -Thomas Friedman

why, mr. anderson, why? why, why do you do it? why, why get up? why keep fighting? do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? can you tell me what it is, do you even know? is it freedom or truth, perhaps peace - could it be for love? illusions, mr. anderson, vagaries of perception. temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. and all of them as artificial as the matrix itself. although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. you must be able to see it, mr. anderson, you must know it by now! you can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! why, mr. anderson, why, why do you persist?

- agent smith

To understand me a little better here is a list of things I would like to do before I grow old and decrepid:

1First and most importantly I want to pass on my genetic code by planting my seed in the fertile earth of atleast one woman

Sure, I love the fact that so many people read my page. What red-blooded web publisher wouldn't love 12,000 hits on their personal site? But you see, hit counts aren't what it's all about. It's about connecting.

I don't publish this thing to attract thousands of mindless surfers. I publish it out of some strange urge to let my friends (and anyone else who stumbles upon it) know what's on my mind when it comes to technology and the web. I keep doing it because occasionally a friend will send me some feedback, telling me I'm absolutely wrong (or absolutely right), and that I should get back to work (or quit my job and do this full time).