The debate over personal privacy is raging in our nation. Whether it’s about the legality of NSA wiretaps, the creation of a secret government database chronicling every U.S. citizen’s actions, or talk of whether it’s any of our business if Britney drove off in her Mercedes with K-Fed’s progeny restrained only by her well-toned thighs… there’s much to discuss.

In the spirit of this debate, I feel that it’s important for me to get some of the embarrassing details of my life officially on the record. This way, the government can never say I wasn’t totally forthcoming if I ever decide to apply for a job at the my local Post Office or get nominated for a post at FEMA.There are some things I’d rather you hear straight from me:

I once purchased the Nelson CD, After the Rain at a local Wall of Sound.Originally claiming it was a gift for my girlfriend, I subsequently kept it for myself. Later, like Judas, I betrayed Gunnar and Matthew when I was questioned about the CD by a friend who was perusing my music collection. I claimed I had “never seen that CD before in my life,” and had “no idea” where it came from.

So now you know, it’s all out on the table.


Many people have tried to accurately capture the essence that is Brian, but this much is known to be true: he has dutifully paid the hosting bill for since 2001.

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