Lament for Markerbored

Happy Subterranean Holidays to you all, world.  This is the last true Markerbored, begun in June and completed six months after Pat moved out.  Fans of the site and whiteboards will realize what a severe blow this is to Markerbored's continued success.  Subsequent whiteboard jams will be melancholy affairs at best, since brief visits are the only way to really work it out.  But just so you know, faithful fans, Markerbored's not dead, oh no siree!  

Alright, enough of my crying.  Enjoy that nerdfest.

A Cluttered Desk Indicates a Cluttered Mind

Ah yes, I remember when I discovered the tantalizing bounty of Malaysia. It was on my third trans-Pacific yachting trip with my second wife and our duck. Such fair skies, gentle breezes, doting women and rugged men in those climes...Why, I didn't know if I could ever be satisfied at home again.

Founding Fathers

This is it: the original. Our first backsy-forthsy, takesy-turnsy, callsy-responsey dry erase board. And it shows. Still, I'm not embarrassed. This is the internet after all, and I've seen worse. Graffiti and Casey Jones by Dan, more graffiti and a cat-or-a-rabbit by Jen. Even more graffiti by Caitlin. It's from November, 2006.