Here is a polite, not-in-the-least-bit crazy letter I wrote to the person in charge of stocking our break room with supplies.

Always looking for a challenge, I decided to go an entire week without eating solid food.

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I am becoming a minimalist. This means that my number of possessions will decrease, but the number of ways I can have fun with people will increase exponentially.

The second volume of favorite quotes from the SKOS archives.

In a post that was supposed to relay the story of the first time he went fishing, Kevin instead rambles about toothbrushes, his general thoughts on fishing, and fish tacos. He does, eventually, get around to the story.

In my last blog post, “A manly dichotomy”, I pondered whether my frugality was inadvertently pushing me into quasi-metrosexual territory. I continue that pondering in this one.