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I feel welcome. I really do.

People who know me know that part of my charm is how wrong I tend to do things. Raleigh St. Clair could write books on my horrid sense of direction (I couldn’t tell you how to drive to my favorite restaurant yet I’m a totally awesome driver, curiously). Yesterday I made out-of-the-box mac n’ cheese but ruined it so royally I ended up dumping it and having an ice cream cone for lunch (no ice cream - just the cone).

So what the hell am doing guest-writing for this man, this hero of the web whom I so admire? I’d been toying with the idea of referring to Mr. Kottke only as ‘Cousin Jason’ hoping this would remove any doubt as to how I’d been put up to the task. But no, we’re not related. If we were, I’d have an easier time backing out at the last minute.

You may think, “Well, here you are, these are your words on the kottke blog, so you must’ve done something right.” I wouldn’t be so sure of that. But we’ll see if I can’t class this place up a bit while Mr. Kottke maintains his undercarriage.