Imagine a world where Steve Wozniak invented the first Apple while he was in high school. (Yes, I know he didn’t. But just play along.) Or how about a world where Mark Zukerberg developed Facebook in his off period between Home Economics and Gym class. (Again, just play along.) Now, imagine a world where the school district owned their inventions. Would we still have iPhones? Would people still be getting fired after posting pics to...

  If you’re the type of adult who would strip all belief in magic & wonder from a child, you’re a vile bastard and no one should ever love you. I tweeted that the other night, after Trey let me know that someone told him Sesame Street is for babies, and that the characters are just puppets. I guess by itself, that’s not entirely a bad thing. I mean, Trey is six years old now and it’s probably time to put...

Texas school principal shuts down entire cosmetology course to keep a gay man from taking it. Yep, everything is bigger in Texas. Even the bigotry. —- Click here to learn how you can help Jump to updates: Update #1 Update #2 Update #3 Update #4 Update #5 In case you live under a rock, or just someplace more enlightened than the backwoods armpit of America I call home, you might not be aware of what I’m going to talk about today....

New Orleans. City of southern dreams. The Big Easy. The nightmarish land of loneliness and regret. Take your pick. As you may have noticed, I’ve been absent for the past couple of months. At first, this was due to a lack of interest in the gaming series I was writing, but quickly became about just not having the time to sit down and string a few predicates and participles together. My new job is great, but it’s fairly...

It’s time to talk about The Christmas Problem again, which I did last year and will repeat a bit this year, but most of it’s fresh. Or at least not dead-horse-beaten quite yet. Or maybe it is. I can never tell. Last year, I was in the dumps mainly due to a lack of both funds and sons, with the former having been stretched like a sheet of elastic putty over the newspaper comics so thin that the fat kid from Family Circus went...

I’ve been meaning to write about the Occupy protests for awhile now, but I was busy being unemployed. You’d think that would make me a perfect candidate to embrace the 99% and bang my outrage into my keyboard and onto the web as soon as possible, but it didn’t. Probably because being unemployed has its side effects. Like making the dollar store my exclusive shopping destination. Or having to shut off my Internet access for...