Thank you for my new shirt, John. Ted snapped a shot of me in it while I was asking him for a handout. Call it a Hobo, LLC bailout bill. Or maybe I have a case of the Wine Flu (H0B0 virus).
Here's the full story.... So, I was sitting in The Coffee Ethic seeing a poor fellow making his way around the room facing one rejection after another. When he finally made it to me, he asked if I would mind answering a question for him, and that he was having to gather some community voice for his bit in Go Magazine. I agreed, thinking I'd help the guy out. Turns out he was either a bit dim or spiteful, I'm not sure which. He quoted my answer as "The Grotto's mushroom and swiss burger" to his "What's the best burger in town" question, which was accurate. But when I declined to answer his "What is your occupation" question, he put "No occupation" in print. Putting to the world that I have no occupation led my friends to conclude that I must have a status of -- HOBO! And, so it continues today, ever snowballing into lowered career expectations and the gifting of Hobo t-shirts.
This is another merging stream of the binary me. It may at times collide or overlap with the real me.
About Me:
I love to travel, then return home. In projects, I dig the details, when they compliment the greater perspective. I adore good design and applaud inspired implementation. Simplicity is king; functionally and in form.
This is another merging stream of the binary me. It may at times collide or overlap with the real me.
About Me:
I love to travel, then return home. In projects, I dig the details, when they compliment the greater perspective. I adore good design and applaud inspired implementation. Simplicity is king; functionally and in form.
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