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Welcome to my Web site. My name is Chris, and I'll be your host. I live in Austin, Texas, with my partner, Ray, and our child dog, Mocha. You can read more about me, learn 100 random things about me, and if you're wondering what the heck a khowaga is, click here. Feel free to browse, read, and leave comments!

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Of Doors and Windows

A blanket thanks to everyone who commented or messaged or Facebooked or Twittered (Tweeted?  Twitted?) the past couple of days.

Ray is doing OK — he’s still not entirely sure what to do with himself all day long, but that’s probably to be expected.  On the flip side, he’s giving serious thought to going to school [...]

12 of 12: November 2009

I’m back!  I missed a month last month — it was very upsetting for me, but it couldn’t be helped.

Let’s launch right in, shall we?

8:06 am: Mopey Mocha

Y’know, you’d think that it would make Mocha happy when I stay home from work, but it just seems to confuse and depress her…

8:37 am: Smile Pretty for [...]

Morbid Newshound

For the past two days, I’ve been completely spellbound by the unfolding mystery of what happened to Air France 447.

There’s something of the locked-room mystery about the tale: passengers board a flight on a late autumn evening in Rio de Janeiro.  Among their numbers are the presidents of major corporations, doctors, lawyers, cabinet ministers, and, [...]

For Want of a Shoe

By now, pretty much everyone on the planet knows about that pair of shoes that were lobbed at the President on his visit to Iraq last week. I’m not going to comment on the propriety of throwing shoes at world leaders, nor on the (apparently poor) aiming skills of certain Iraqi journalists.

I’m going to [...]

At My Funeral

I know it’s probably a bit weird to think about your own funeral. In my case, this is doubly so given that I haven’t yet quite accepted the fact that I’m not going to live forever, a la AbFab (“Eddy, you remember how you said you were going to die?” “I might not be [...]