The Day Batman Died

The day was October 31, 2008. I was at a bar/restaurant called Cellars in Belltown with a couple friends. The usual halloween mayhem was going on around us but we weren't partaking, just grabbing a couple beers after a long week at work. A couple rounds in it was time to visit the bathroom. What did I see upon my arrival? Batman doing a line of coke off the toilet. That was the day Batman died.

I had always wondered why that image bothered me in addition to being hilarious. Then I unearthed this picture of the Pecott siblings getting ready to go out trick-or-treating back when we were kids...

This Time I Mean It

Really, I do. Hold me to it. At least 1 post a week. This site is meant to be my identity on the net and I need to do a better job updating it. I've had all sorts of other accounts on social sites and other spots that would rather they own my data and my identity. Not anymore.

That's not to say I'm burning the whole thing down. I still loves me some twitter and for some reason I feel compelled to keep linkedin. Maybe I'll write up a post about where I end up at in terms of my 'own your data' crusaide but for now I just wanted to say hi. I'm still alive and you'll be hearing more from me soon!

I Promised a Monkey Suit

I can't for the life of me remember what was soooo funny!