The first time I heard Obama speak was on an iPod. The old touch-wheel type — remember those? — and I’d downloaded a bunch of speeches from the 2004 Democratic National Convention. And his, it made the hairs on my neck stand up. It gave me goosebumps. Tears in my eyes. It made me believe. Believe that maybe there were politicians out there that legitimately believed in the promise of America. My then-wife, Carolyn, and I listened to it, and I said, “That guy is going to be President someday.”

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Hacks: December 2016

December was another month of reduced tinkering. This is probably because the new job was keeping me really busy, and that was compounded by the holidays. So what’s been shaking? Hmmm. Not much, I guess.

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For the Record

Look, people, if Monty Python’s “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” isn’t playing at my funeral, I’m going to:

a. Be highly disappointed in you, and
b. Will have made arrangements to have a special certificate, suitable for framing, delivered to you that declares you to be an “Official Disappointment.”

Important Disclaimer: I am not currently dying at a pace that is concerning.