Month: December 2010

  • Merry Christmas

    Merry Christmas.

  • Rain on the Windshield

    I drove across the country to see your mother in 1992. She said she liked this band called The Posies, so I bought an album and packed it along with 100 or so other CDs of mine for the trip. The only thing that varies between McDonalds in this land is the price of Coca…

  • Poker GUTS!

    Hello My Babies!! I still miss you. I wrote this Flash game called Poker GUTS! http://www.winett.com/PokerGuts/ I’m working on a Facebook integration for it now so people can use their Facebook login to save their scores and interact with each other. I love you!!

  • ClickyTwisty

    Hi, kids!! I don’t know if this will still be up when you find my blog, but I’ve been working in Adobe Flex on a project I’m calling ClickyTwisty. ClickyTwisty uses a set of rotating widgets to draw shapes on the screen.  It’s mesmerizing, I think. The link to the site is http://www.winett.com/ClickyTwisty/1 I miss…

  • I’m Missing Something

    Kids, I love you. You need to know that in my early twenties my appendix was surgically removed. Just before they removed my appendix, a doctor poked it with his index finger, causing me to experience a sharp, searing pain.  The pain was so sudden and so strong that, for just a moment, I was…

  • Hopelessness

    Babies, I feel hopelessness most of the time.  I am so far under, I am usually sure I’ll never make it back to the surface.  Any period of time I don’t feel this way is due to distraction. I don’t blame the world, or circumstances, or luck, or the devil, I blame myself.  Things are…

  • אלוהים גדול. God is Great. الله أكبر.

    אלוהים גדול. God is Great. الله أكبر. Ok, so the Jews, the Christians, and the Muslims all think God is great and they all think He is the same God as in the stories of Moses, Noah, and Abraham.  To me, that makes the current dust-up more about power on Earth than in heaven.

  • Love Can Only Be Made

    Kids, Many people will love you, but none of them can give you love. The love you feel, you made. You can choose to love whatever, so choose to love everything. I want to quit writing things to entertain myself, or teach myself, or show someone I did something, or was something, or want to…