Pixel

Pixel

Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.

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…