Some might say I'm weird.  Some call me strange.  Still others call me unique. I've even been called Mike a time or two.  But most people just call me Hey, Stupid.  It kinda grows on you after a while.

I'm opinionated.  Any blogger is.  That's precisely why we all do this.  Well, not all of us.  Some people do it for the glamor, but that's fleeting at best.  Personally, I do it because I think the Web needed exactly one more butthead with a bad idea or twelve.

I'm also stubborn, which is a bad combo with opinionated.   It means I'm usually wrong, but I won't tell you that.

I'm a software engineer by day, and by night I split time between fighting crime in a spandex disguise that, for some reason, looks better when I wear a speedo over my pants (it's a superhero requirement) and raising a two-year-old child who is…well…very two.  But, I challenge you to find a more beautiful little girl on the planet.  Not gonna happen.  Her mom and I may not be together anymore, but her recent observation that "we make some purty babies" is an immutable fact. Well, it's a factual statement except for the inadvertent plurality of it, but I'll forgive that part.

I'm a NASCAR fan and I've been a Pittsburgh Steelers fan for as long as I can remember.  I currently write for The Steel Tradition, a Steelers blog on the Most Valuable Network, and I maintain a FoxSports.com blog called If I Ran NASCAR….

I've had a life-long obsession with Garfield.  I can't explain it, but after 28 years, I can identify frighteningly well now: I drink coffee like it's water, sleeping and eating are my two favorite pastimes, and I get along with Mondays about as well as a pack of rabid wolves gets along with a wounded kitten.  Except I'm always the kitten.

As you could probably tell a few paragraphs ago, I'm currently "single."  I say it with quotes because I'm actually separated, but "single" is a lot more fun to say.  Sometime after the end of August, that will change to single!.  I won't elaborate on it any further than that, because, frankly, it's none of your business.  But, I wouldn't trade those three years away for anything.

Well, that's all you're going to find out here, because that's all I want to say right now.  Read the rest of the site to learn more.  And if anyone asks, tell 'em Bob sent you.  If they ask who Bob is, just shrug and walk away — because I don't know the answer, either.