Hello and Happy St. Patrick's Day. Or, if you're in the know, Happy Anniversary to House Trinacostadad. Yes, eight years ago my wife agreed to marry me and we entered into the coolest life anyone had ever known from now... Continue Reading →
This is a reflection. A way to process, to let the feelings do what they are supposed to, then move on.
"Deep down Randy Poffo always knew there was a Plan B."
But you're here to look at pretty notebook pictures and to calm down. We'll move past all that.
"I think that, long-term, it traps your brain in a prison, that it’s designed to keep you inside, alone, with only those screens for comfort. A friend of mine came up with a name for it, for these algorithms, this... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 