How to Feel Superior

I spent the morning at a client's place. He plays with money for a living and is rich enough to afford a penthouse apartment in Chelsea (prob 1.5 to 2 million), to contemplate spending $100,000 or more on a basically meaningless alteration, to waste a few hours of my billable time, and to buy some expensive-looking art.

But at least my place isn't entirely decorated with Ikea furniture.

Upward Mobility

Here's a nice career arc:

I blame the gradual decline of the image of engineers on (a) the computer geeks and (b) engineers dumb enough to confuse conservatism in design (meaning fail-safe design or minimizing the danger from failure) with "conservatism" as defined by Republicans.

Anything for Smut

Mrs. __B, ordinarily:

Mrs. __B, right now:

Preview

My new camera arrives in a day or two. Then I'll post my own damned pictures instead of trolling the inner-tubes.

Meanwhile, a self-portrait:

While I'm At It

Having exposed T&U's true appearance to the world, I might as well continue.

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Smut Clyde at work:

A night at the bar with B^4:

The List, Interlude

Because T&U asked so nicely*, here are the incredibly complex criteria to get on the list:

1. Be a douchebag.
2. Inspire others who would not ordinarily be douchebags to be douchebags.
3. Not be a politician unless your douchebaginess and douchebag-inspiring abilities far exceed those that are the ordinary stuff of politics.
4. Annoy me directly, either in person or by proxy.

*T&U asking nicely:

This is Not a Safety Harness