A blast from my past

I have long been a fan of the writings of one Mark Driver. He's popped up in various publications for years now, and--if you're adult enough to deal with Harsh Language--it definitely gives you a different perspective on life.

Some of his stuff will make you angry and disgusted. Some will have you chuckling or nodding your head in agreement. And a few posts are the stuff of legend.

Now, another fanboy has resurrected Mr. Driver from the Limbo of Forgotten Electrons, and I'm spreading the word. This is, for all its anarchical cynicism, quality stuff. Banish the kids from the room, crack open some cheap booze, and read.