I have discov­ered that my gray hooded sweat­shirt is, in fact, an invis­i­bility cloak. Oh alright, an invis­i­bility sweat­shirt. Big diff.

Now, I’ve always been able to sneak around silently when I’m wearing that. If no one said anything to me, I just assumed it was because I didn’t say anything to them. I didn’t realize they couldn’t see me; I just thought they didn’t care.

The discovery was an accident, as you may have expected. It happened like this: I had gone to the restroom in my office the other day, and I noticed that when I used the urinal — the kind that uses a sensor to decide if you were done — it would start flushing even as I was standing there! At first, I was merely shocked and unhappy, but when it happened several times in the following days, I began to wonder about the reasons behind it. Was it some kind of misguided anger against me? Did I do something wrong? I searched my soul for answers, and when that didn’t work, I even tried Google.

And then it hit me — it was my sweat­shirt! Sometimes the truth hits you in the face in a moment of perfect clarity, and your thoughts come together like a giant jigsaw puzzle so magnif­i­cently that it leaves you speech­less. It was truly a revelation.

Sometimes I wonder why I was chosen. What did I do to deserve such a wonderful gift, this invis­i­bility cloak? Did I do something right in one of my past lives? I don’t know for sure, but sometimes things just happen and all we can do is accept it.

frus·tra·tion
noun. Staring hungrily at a bowl of spaghetti but being unable to eat it, because it keeps sliding off the spoon, and there is no fork to spare.

Don’t try this at home, kids.

1. Open a console window on your trusty old Linux box.
2. Find a WordPress plugin you don’t need.
3. Start typing rm -fr /path/to/wordpress/plugin-name.
4. Instead, type rm -fr /path/to/wordpress and press enter.
5. Oops.
6. Spend a few hours setting up your blog all over again.
7. Sleep.

Step #5 is the part I love the most.

Did you hear about the geek who acciden­tally published his unobfus­cated email address to his personal website? I asked him if he was relieved he didn’t start getting email spam, but he seemed pretty darned pissed that not even the bots cared to visit his webpage.…