I miss the days when stalking someone required a fast car, a keen mind, flash powder, and hip waders.

Facebook/Google makes it too easy.

All Hallows’ Eve, Samhain, Hallowe’en, or as I like to call it “No, I Can’t Go to the Fucking Haunted House.”

My epilepsy went into remission when I was 8 years old (I think,) but since then I’ve been fairly photosensitive to strobe lights. I haven’t had a seizure in years, but those damn flashing lights give me massive headaches and will still make me very lightheaded. I’ve fallen over in clubs before.

#notagoodlook

I wonder if there’s any corn maizes up here?

Clearly, as this excerpt from a conversation with my friend James shows, I have not assimilated well into our nation’s capital:

myriadian: My current areas of interest are transportation policies, new urbanism, micro-lending, african aid, futurism, and of course I’m educated in biology, math, physics
nolageek: um.
nolageek: I’m reading The Devil Wears Prada.