Woodge ambles through life with a spring in his step and a tongue in his cheek (although bacon is preferred). He does geeky stuff with computers¹ and spends his free time acquiescing to his kids' demands for rough-housing and make-up stories. These days his son Luke (born Feb '02) is obsessed with Star Wars and the accumulation of toys. Otherwise Woodge is busy trying to keep his daughter Kajsa² (born Dec '04) from stepping on his gonads while treating Daddy as a jungle gym. Occasionally Woodge gets to have adult conversations with his gorgeous wife Tina but their kids like to keep that to a minimum. Most of the time, though, Woodge is confined to a cubicle and kept separate from polite society.

Woodge finds 95% of television to be abhorrent crap and reads lots of books instead (but probably not the crap you read). Lately he's been alternating between epic fantasy crap and non-fiction stuff that makes him wicked smaht.

Woodge is charming, polite, and a good speller. He's a fabulous parent and doesn't smoke. He keeps swearing to a minimum because he deems it crass. So, yeah, he thinks he's better than you are. What a pompous jerk he is! Someone ought to open a can of whup-ass on his smarmy little self. I bet he'd run away screaming like a little girl.

Woodge has been tweaking woodgecom since the summer of 1999. He lives north of Boston with his perfect family and would like to get out and play more tennis. But first he'd like to take a nap. Woodge is self-medicated, mostly with beer.

Enjoy Woodge responsibly.