The Official Website of Dave Charlie

Buaidh no bas.

In most of the circles I am around, not having a bachelor’s degree is kind of like having a tail. Their eyes open wide, and they give you a funny look. They don’t automatically discard you, but they are super skeptical of you. Would my life probably be easier if I just went back and finished the final 32 units? Yeah, probably. But I’m never fucking going to because I have a personal vendetta against our ridiculous and wildly ineffective higher education system and that’s just not how vendettas work.

San Francisco public transit onboard ticket machines are exact change only. Lesson learned. A 3 dollar lesson. I’ve had costlier.

But I want to be proven wrong. I love being wrong. When you’re right you don’t learn anything.

When I was a young child I remember having a discussion with my father about music. The tone of the conversation was completely amicable, but he mentioned something about how he didn’t like the current popular music, the music I would listen to. The conversation went something like this:
“WHAT?? Are you crazy?? This music is awesome!”
“This is an age old phenomenon, Dave, the older generation always dislikes the younger generation’s music.”
“No, I’m always going to like the current music.”
“Ok, ok, we’ll see.”
Well, 14 years later, I must go on record to say that I really strongly dislike EDM. I really don’t like it. I must also go on record to say that, Dad, you were right and I was wrong, dead wrong.

If your dogs wear shoes, I don’t want to be friends with you.

If I were looking to get married, I would lead with this: “Hi, my name is Dave, tell me about your relationship with your father or lack thereof.”

Don’t worry, we’re all in the BETA version too.

Free love. Man.

My spidey sense is tingling.