Making me proud

Mmm, banana

49. When I was 12, I thought I wanted to be a computer programmer or computer engineer, because I liked computers.  A year later, I didn’t know what I wanted to be, but I knew I hated programming and I…

Cool is a fandom

Young Me

47. I don’t know when I’m joking half the time. Seriously. My brain works on an ironic gear, so sometimes I say funny things or say things in an amused tone of voice, but have no idea I’m doing it.…

Things I don’t find funny

Young Me

46. I sometimes worry that I’ll get to the point where I won’t be able to relate to anyone without a tertiary education level or a finely-tuned sense of ironic irreverence. It seems that the amount of awkward silences between…

Video Killed the Radio Star

Young Me

43.  I type in the Dvorak keyboard. I taught myself how a few months ago and haven’t looked back (or down) since. But let’s rewind: Talking killed the grunting star Writing killed the talking star Printing press killed the meticulous…

The other, other closet

Young Me

42. When I was 14, I began my own “Newsletter.” I did it because blogs didn’t exist yet, I didn’t have an Internet connection, I was underage, and I wanted to make people laugh. So I created a four-page document…

My talents are wasted here

Young Me

41. I didn’t start listening to music until I was in high school. Before that, I honestly could not have told you the difference between rock and rap, classical and metal. (Name wise, I probably could have identified them with…