I'm a web developer/sysadmin/host (NERD TRIPLE THREAT!) and this is my attempt to write about...leaving the house. Sometimes. Like, to go backpacking. And take some pictures. And justify spending the money on all the gear WHY SO MUCH?!?

So check back weekly for all the smrt missives! And the dumb tweets!

Also hiking things!

Feel free to write and complain.

29 June 2016

"Will you come help me fold sheets but only if you take it seriously"  #SheKnowsMeSoWell

22 June 2016

So, let's try Raccoon Creek again. AND LET'S BAIL RACOON CREEK AGAIN.

Hey my shirt's clean!

The ~20 mile 2-day trip turned into a 7 mile evening stroll. (Slog, really, but stroll sounds so....droll?) I'm not up for night hiking in the mud quite yet. I KNOW, RIGHT? Big fat chicken man.

Now I also get to see how good Leki's warranty is. I have a bent shaft.

Miles: 6.6
Time: 3 hours, 15 minutes

I swear I will finish a trail someday.

drunk on flavor
8 June 2016

If I'm not supposed to drink salsa, why is it so refreshing? #TheSecret

Words to the wife on her way out: Do you want to know about the giant moth or not? #TheMoreYouKnow

in the bag
25 May 2016

Questionable salami, right up in here.

So, that happened. Nothing like being alone in the woods and having INTESTINAL DISCOMFORT. Well, I suppose the "alone" part was a Good Thing.


Cut the trip short since going 11+ miles with all the rumblings and stoppings was not going to happen and pissing off the wife is NOT HAPPENING.

I wasn't gonna use it for THAT.

stabby stab stab
22 May 2016

Evidently in the world of #AssassinsCreed, stairs were never invented.

my asshole cat
18 May 2016

I miss her so much.

Gotta go hide and scare the pitbull.

She really was a jerk sometimes. Her favorite was the paw swipe from behind the hallway curtains STOP CAMPING YOU NOOB. But she put up with me picking her up so she could look out the back window. She really had no idea why i did this, but she went along with it and purred away. In cat-speak this was probably meant as "I will kill you LAST".

We picked her up from the pound after my first cat died. Picked her out right off the bat without thinking how she'd fit in with the other pets in the house. MY BAD, but I wouldn't have changed it. She was a jerk but she wasn't mean. She put up with being belled, after all (no sneaky-peteing the other cats). And having to wear the name tag belonging to the cat she wanted to tangle with the most (man, I think I was the jerk here).