This will be short, but so am I. I have a column to do, and it’s late, and I spent some of the evening hours at Target getting the Christmas cards. This year I didn’t come with the silly idea that…
Okay, does hot water boil faster than cold water? Yes, you think – but what about the energy released when cold water is heated, hmmmm?
We’ll get to this in a second.
The other day I decided I…
For some reason the tidal inundation of catalogs seems to have abated this year. It might be due to the economy, still mired in the slough of kreptitude; it could be that some companies took a look…
Haven’t done the Christmas letter yet. Cards aren’t out. This is a problem. I balk every year at writing the letter, because, well, what we’ve been doing is not exactly a closely-guarded secret. If…
… and probably not worth the wait; it’s a computer gift-guide for anal-retentive types. Short version of today: awesome! Cold. Teeth-cracking cold. Hit the mall for shopping, but turned all…
The Great Pizza Debate continues. I have to repost from the comments:
Do you think you were the only person ordering pizza Friday night?
No. This, however, does not mean I should expect cold…
Did I mention we got the tree up? It’s fake. It’s lovely. It gave me a rash. After I assembled the tree I felt a distinct itch on my forearms; examination under strong light revealed a pattern of…
Snow? We have snow. Want some? Easy shipping rates available on request.
My daughter has a dread, common perhaps to many children, of Daddy Causing a Scene. I don’t know where her horror…
I know I should change the rotating banner art; it’s done, it’s over, it was a million years ago. Now I’m back to this:
The snow fell steadily this afternoon, without haste or anger:…
As Majel Barrett used to say on Star Trek: The Other Shows when they finished up a two-parter: And now, the conclusion.
Grand Cayman may have its charms, but they were not promiscuously…
Voice status: better. Adjustment to cold & snow is going poorly. Remember, it was kind and decent early this month; the snow on the way out was like a fist shaken in anger by someone you see in the…
I cannot speak. I croak phonemes. I sound like the incinerated corpse of Suzanne Pleshette. Seven days of SHOUTING in BARS or SHOUTING over the table at DINNER or SHOUTING in immense rooms or…
So far so good; the flu shot has not given me the flu. Every year I hear of people who took the poke and got sick. One year I did have some sort of peculiar reaction; I remember waking up feeling…
Ten million things to do, and I spend fifteen minutes on a Disney Resorts online survey. I had to. They NEED TO KNOW about the logistical problems in the breakfast line. Oh, who am I kidding? They…
Did some actual home repair, and of course this is so special and unique I must tell the world about it and preen like I’m the first guy who ever replaced a pneumatic door closer. Except that the…
A few notes. One: thank you all for telling me that “Trainers” is UK slang for the shoes, not the sweats. Odd how one can hear the reference over and over and not get it.
Two: Bucket Boy, in the…
Need some new sweats – or, as the Brits call them, “trainers.” Even though 99.7% of the people who wear them aren’t training for anything, except perhaps an additional assault on the concepts of…
A few years ago, as part of my Customize Every Aspect of Life plan, I got a clock radio that would play an iPod. I would be awakened first by the wake-up call from the Andromeda Strain, and if I…
