Author: Mark Egge

There was once a run-away, hanging around Papa John’s. Being the concerned citizen I am, I immediately to locate the parent or guardian– not much of a challenge, even from thirty meters, with respect to the cart’s bright red plastic and plainly visible “Target” emblem. As any concerned citizen would do, I immediately called the […]

Photos from last night’s LAN party can be found here.

Last week I spent seven days in the Wind River Range with Sagar, my Dad, and one of his co-workers, named Bob. We left Cheyenne early Friday morning, and stopped in Pinedale at a quintessential small-town American burger stand–the Sugar Shack–and loaded up on beef and milk-shakes for the week. Driving up the steep, winding […]

If you need me, I’ll be here: Otherwise, I’ll be back in a week.

So. I’m “doing” my birthday, this year– call it base materialism. Call it a fall from grace. Call it a betrayal of principle. Call it what you like, but I mean, I’m broke. And I’m a college student. And there’re some things that I’d like to have. So… yeah. Hey! Birthday! Here I come! That’s […]