I am providing the content on this blog solely for my own writing pleasure and to entertain the emotionally stunted geeks who read everything I post as soon as it’s up in a fit of intellectual snobbery and search for snark.
This blog contains my personal commentary on people, places, and things that interest me and me alone.
As some have said… “I bet you’re a real fun date!”
I rarely worry about what others think and live a risk-prone, overly optimistic existence of independent consulting, Blackberrying in the dark while driving on Damen Avenue, dodging pedestrians coming at me from all sides after leaving the Hannah Montana on Ice show at the United Center, and hoping for a decent immigration bill before I die.
I am not a journalist and this is not a newspaper or even a tabloid newsmagazine.
On the contrary.
In my dreams I’m a lawyer fighting for social justice and the right of anyone to cross the Rio Grande in an inner tube to earn $5 an hour replacing the Japanese guys at my neighborhood sushi place.
The views on this blog are mine alone (because it’s all about me), and not the views of any of the various plain vanilla white guys that I have worked for over the years. I expressly abdicate responsibility for any liability of any kind or nature with respect to any act or omission based wholly or in part in reliance on anything contained on this blog or in any audit reports I have ever written.
Just like my heroes, the Big 4 partners.
I am not licensed to render advice, personal or professional, except in the state of intoxication that results from too many Palomas made with Herradura Añejo.
All photo illustration is intended to confuse, confound, and flabbergast you, while occasionally also encouraging a chuckle or a knowing smirk.
Comments are welcome, encouraged, and, most often posted lickety-split. Unless, of course, they make me feel sad.
Then they are deleted.
Because it’s my blog.
Any links that appear on this blog are available purely by virtue of my voracious reading habits, Google Alerts, and many sleepless nights waiting for Mr. Right, or even just Mr. Right Now.
But I have no idea if they’re true or not. I count on the freedom and power of the press and those that peddle “All The News That’s Fit To Print.”
Follow my lead, and any and all links, at your own risk.