So I'm adding a second checking account to my Paypal this afternoon, and I noticed a cool new feature. They've got this thing that can confirm my Bank Of America account details in a couple of moments if I just provide them with my BofA login details. Paypal promises right there on the page that my BofA login details won't be saved.
OK, I think to myself. I'm naturally skeptical of anyone or anything that wants information from me that only I possess. Things like PIN numbers and stuff like that. Paypal wants my info, but they won't save it into some database. Alright. I'll trust you, Paypal. I'll enter my login details. (sounds of typing can be heard right about now.)
I've been promising myself that I would catalog the events of the last three tragic years of my life, and tonight feels like the right moment. Over the next few pages, I shall bring to you, the reader, a tale the likes of which shall never be made into a movie, for it would be far too unbelievable for the human eye to witness.
On the afternoon of July 13th, 2004, a massive windstorm knocked over a huge tree in my front yard. Or rather, it split the tree in half. Here, see for yourself.
As I whip out a 4.5GB DVD to make some backups of pictures from my iPhoto app, I ran across this pic. We've come a long way in a few short years. Wow. This is a 4.5MB hard disk from 1956!
I think I'm in love with motorcycles. I've been riding my new Harley Sportster 1200 Custom for about six months now. I bought it in the fall, and rode it all winter, stopping only to warm my toes-es when I had to.