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Time travel booty call
I don't even know why I worry about my family thinking I'm weird when they have so clearly given up even wondering about me and the crazy things that I do. My brother didn't even blink when I asked him to scan a page from a juvenile biography of Bill Gates for me. (The scanner is still hooked up to his computer for his Stan Lee paper, in case you were wondering why I was involving him.)
Those of you who have been around here for a while may recall my strange, unhealthy obsession with Bill Gates, which is only rendered all the more completely and utterly inexplicable by the fact that I am a total Mac whore. The new people will have missed out on this particular brand of insanity, and also, possibly, on this picture from his yearbook:
Feel free to shun me now. I will understand.
Those of you who have been around here for a while may recall my strange, unhealthy obsession with Bill Gates, which is only rendered all the more completely and utterly inexplicable by the fact that I am a total Mac whore. The new people will have missed out on this particular brand of insanity, and also, possibly, on this picture from his yearbook:
Feel free to shun me now. I will understand.