Well, I have been found out. I guess I have to start writing again, but now with the added pressure of having to be interesting.

I have been thinking of the scene at the beginning of “Back to the Future” when the Marty first gets into the time machine in the parking lot and Doc Brown shouts “They found me, I don't know how but they found me. Run for it Marty.” Basically I picture all of you as terrorists with rocket launchers.


  1. It's strange how we post things on the internet and expect people to not see them. Seems like a more reliable way would be to write on paper.

  2. The problem is that my handwriting is horrible and I need spell check so the pad is a non-starter.

  3. Marty! The Libyans !