Campfield’s Calling Me Lazy?!

Not too lazy to run spell-check on my posts, though, unlike some folks.
Ha, no, that’s not true.  I fail to remember to run spellcheck all the time.
You can read the whole post, decide if you like whether it’s about me specifically.  I’m pretty sure it is.  Note the talk of google, the refutation of my [...]

Bar Camp Nashville or Heaven for Cannibals?

Bar Camp is at the Exit/Inn, which is a big black box with some orange lights that appear to be radiating heat. I’m convinced that we are slowly baking, like pigs in a slow smoker.
Thank god I’m sitting next to Brittney, because she brought me some water, but damn… Give it another ten minutes [...]

Bar Camp Nashville

I’m going to take a shower, let the dog out, futilely water my herbs, and head off to Barcamp.  They said to bring cards.  I wonder if there’s going to be a poker game.  I don’t even have playing cards, I don’t think.  I will bring my Tarot cards, instead.
I will also bring my laptop, [...]

Campfield Clarifies His Position on Dog Fighting

I can’t say for certain why this post, out of every post Campfield’s ever written, should so viscerally piss me off, but it does.  I think becase, for me, this just exemplifies Campfield’s weakness, not just as a politician, but as a person.  He gets himself a pat answer or a reason that makes sense [...]