childhood

  • LawnBott, Where Have You Been All These Years?


    Growing up in Louisiana, there was never a shortage of grass to be cut. It’s nearly a year round chore, pausing only briefly for February frosts and then resuming promptly in March. As a kid I remember bemoaning the endeavor to no end and while cutting the grass, my mind would wander to thoughts of little robots that would do the chore for me while I sat around and played video games. Read More

  • Rubberband Machine Gun of Death


    When I was a kid, my mom used to drag me to these arts and crafts fairs at the high school auditorium. It was horrible. Row upon row of potpourri and stupid frilly crap. There was, however, one beacon of hope. Read More