The “Short”-est Day

It's a good thing I don't hold an electrician ticket. After today, I think it would be revoked, even though I was a mere accessory before the fact. I began m...

The Wages of Programming

For my first programming contract as as a private businessman, I was paid with a moose dinner and a hand-knit Icelandic sweater. I had written a small deskto...

Celebrating the Megametre Milestone

It was somewhere near Smiths Falls, Ontario. Sometime after the collection of the comatose nephew in Edmonton, the in-cab detonation of the fire extinguisher...

That Ain’t Yukon

It's been just shy of a decade since I first rolled into the territory. That's a decade of Outsiders asking "why'd you go way up there anyway?" I have many c...