Ryan D. Sullivan

I still remember the intent look in his eyes. This was serious.

We paused at the crest of a hill, looking down the embankment and up the other side across a small ravine.

He stepped off his snowmobile, which was something that no one ever did. With as much snow as had fallen, trying to walk through the fresh powder was near impossible, and there was really no way to tell just how deep the snow really was. One wrong step and you’re neck-deep in a snow bank.

He approached my machine and took off his helmet. He signaled for me to lift my visor and kill the engine.

Over seven years ago I started fixing people’s websites in my basement for extra cash, and I quickly found out that I really liked doing it.

I found out pretty quickly that solving difficult problems for people was something that brought me real happiness, and it wasn’t long before I left a cushy full time job to head out on my own so I could do what I loved full time, and on my own terms.

The demand for our work grew quickly, and we slowly added more and more people to our team. At one point in 2016 we had 11 full time employees; an entire soccer team of web pros!

I saw The 15:17 to Paris last night and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it because it was the worst movies I’ve seen in a very long time. And not even the type of bad movie that you can laugh away. Truly awful.

What these three young men did to save lives is incredibly heroic, and somehow Clint Eastwood managed to sour people’s lasting memory of the brave things these young men did with a really bad film.

Note: My tone in this post is a little more serious than what you’ll typically find on this blog. If you’re here for lolz, come back again soon!

The thoughts of this post have been swirling in my head for the better part of a year. My personal use of social networks has dwindled over the last several months. Not to say I’ve been inactive, I’m just using social media less often.

This isn’t one of those posts where I exclaim my abhorrence for social media and delete all of my accounts in protest. That’s not to say I haven’t felt that urge before either. Some days social media is just TOO MUCH and the only logical solution seems to be to erase that shit from our lives for good and move on.