Intro
sOn our second anniversary, Kerri and I were talking about high school. I reminisced about an Ayn Rand presentation I gave in tenth grade, saying that it was likely about Atlas Shrugged . Having had perhaps a glass of wine or two, Kerri said that she had tried to read that epic, but she skipped the "t" sound. I have dreamed of a clever domain name for years, but I never could come up with something so sublimely perfect as Alice Shrugged. It says more than I could convey in a thousand words, even adjusting for my general verbosity. Brilliant. It is high time I resumed my self-indulgence, pretending that the rest of the world cares about what I eat for breakfast. And lunch. (For the record, today, it was a coffee and bagel from Tully’s and turkey pesto sandwich from Specialty’s, respectively.)
And if you haven’t purchased it yet [today], please buy a copy of Tom’s band’s CD: Houston Calls: A Collection of Short Stories. Filled with catchy hooks and sing-a-long lyrics, it’s pure pop fun.
