Author: Brad Willis

If anyone can find the following two statistics for me, it would free me up to have a fun weekend without spending hours in front of the computer. –The approximate size (length, width, or...

…it’s just something that’s pretty damned cool. I’d been seeing referrals from Netvibes in my logs for a while. Then Gene mentioned it in his most recent post. So, I thought I’d check it...

For a long time, I struggled with whether advertising was right for this blog. I didn’t start it to make money and I’m not going to get rich off of it. However, as you’ll...

I’m tired, mired, an uninspired today. So far the only thing I have accomplished is…well, nothing. I have, however, read Boy Genius’ most recent rant. In a couple thousand words, he pretty much summed...

Alright, that last post was written really early this morning and I don’t think it makes much sense. Because I wanted to laugh today, I went back and watched Little Lost Robot‘s “Last Girlfriend.”...

It’s easier to coast and avoid aiming the bow in any particular direction when the sky is so blue. At certain times of the day, it’s easy to ignore the direction of the sun...

I read with some bemusement Esquire‘s “60 Things Worth Shortening Your Life For.” It’s clever and, in some places, informative and inspiring. Still, it’s the type of thing you get when you read Esquire....

This is not the jungle, and yet it feels like it sometimes. In a society, we try to assign some meaning–try to assign some blame, even–for things we can’t understand. Faith, for some, helps....

If my dad had died in 2003 like he was supposed to, I would’ve remembered him as a caring, hardworking man. It would not have been a bad memory. Still, I also would’ve remembered...

I have never written about this. It was 2003. I was returning from North Carolina. It had been an exhilarating trip. Eric Robert Rudolph had just been captured and I was one of the...

It was midnight when my phone rang. I had just put in a live straddle and was leaned back in my chair waiting for the action to get to me. For those not familiar...

I’ve spent the last couple of days wrappping my head around my few short hours in Italy. As I sat down to write up this part, I decided it was better suited for the...

The hard thing about being a visitor in Milan is that you are one of the people who isn’t perfect. Your eyes don’t have the perfect shape, your ass isn’t the type of thing...

The long and the short of it was, I wasn’t supposed to be in France. It’s hard to say, really, what the French had against me. I’ve always been a big supporter of their...