Alias-Bill

So back in the good ol' days before we knew the NSA listened in on our bathroom time I used to make websites. Oh man, my friend Samir and I made tons of these things. Revisions after revisions. It was great. Every now and then since those years I break open a new notepad and start hammering out a completely new website, obsess over it for like.. 3 weeks? Then either forget to keep up or I just quit and move on to more important things, like paying my bills and keeping food in my mouth "priorities." Today I did it again. Well, not like... terribly bad. I started writing some javascript in a BRAND NEW FOLDER titled aptly 'programs.' Anyhow, I c

I hate losing stuff. I kick myself for it every single time I notice that it's happened. Recently I was driving with my girlfriend to Tampa so we could take some overdue library books back when I noticed something on the cargo trailer ahead of us. A decal I had created for a company back in 2007! I was so excited to that I nearly drove us off the road, snapping blurry pictures of the guy's trailer. I couldn't believe that after 5 years my design was still in circulation on the back of cargo trailers. It looked good too! What I am ashamed of is that I never managed to backup the original file. :( I know almost for certain that any trace of t

I was thinking about a recent business engagement that went sour. A local friend of a friend of a friend wanted my help in making a website for a calendar of mostly naked women straddling musical instruments. I was fine with this and played with the idea until she began talking about her models. She called them idiots who were lucky she cared enough to invite them for a shoot. The deal she affords her models is 2% of the sales on each Calendar and a copy of the picture they allow her to take. I turned her down based on ethical doubts. I'm not anti-business. I love that people want to be part of something great. What I hate is individuals lik