Category Archives: nothing special

Osama Bin Laden is dead. Unless you have been living under a rock for the past two weeks, I expect you know this.  Actually, make that under a rock in a remote cave. Certainly nowhere in the United States. As … Continue reading →

Recent readers of this blog may or may have not become acquainted with the diverse group of inmates in my insane asylum. Unlike the CIA agent and little girl that followed John Nash around “A Beautiful Mind,” these alleged people … Continue reading →

Me:  You really need to become a lawyer, Red Headed Menace.RHM:  I don’t want to be a lawyer, I want to be a genetic engineer.Rocket Scientist:  Then you can create giant mutant cockroaches!Me: Or giant mutant lawyers.Railfan: There’s a difference?

I just received a Mother’s Day card with the greeting on the envelope written in hex.   I have interesting children.

I will be getting a new laptop soon, probably within the next week.  I will hopefully be posting more then. ****** The laptop is courtesy of the insurance company of the elderly man who ran into me in February.  They … Continue reading →

Me: I’m losing my mind.Rocket Scientist: Where was it the last time you saw it?

I am, in the popular argot, a cheap drunk.  A Really. Cheap. Drunk. At Wellesley, every year the juniors put on a show.  My freshman year, the Junior Show included the line “It takes more than two drinks to change … Continue reading →

I visited my neurologist yesterday.  I have to be evaluated every six months for migraines and to make sure that my tremors are benign and that I do not in fact have Parkinson’s.  They have been determined to be “essential … Continue reading →

Quote of the day, from the Red Headed Menace. who is vegetarian: “the velociraptors should eat me, I’m grain-fed. I taste better.”*Yes, we were discussing what to do in case of velociraptor attack.  That’s just the sort of family we … Continue reading →

Believe it or not, I was a member of the Environmental Law Society at Stanford.  (More than that, I was managing editor of the Stanford Environmental Law Journal.*) I was, in many ways, an odd duck to end up in … Continue reading →

As a result of Jan finally having completely bit the dust, I have no access to my music.  Damn. So I have been listening to a lot of Pandora, especially on the Droid.  The Mazda’s sound system has likewise gone … Continue reading →

I turned fifty yesterday. That number feels odd.  Unlike forty, where I relished the idea that I did not have to worry about whether people liked me or not anymore, fifty is disturbing.  I am not sure what its significance … Continue reading →

I am still alive. Really. I am not spending all my time playing Angry Birds, either.  I am writing.  What I am writing –  and thinking through in preparation – for writing is very personal, and not really for public … Continue reading →

I am typing this from my new Droid phone.* *And just how annoyed do you think the makers of Kool-Ade get about this saying? In Jonestown, Jim Jones used Flavor-Ade. At least “going postal” refers to an actual incident involving … Continue reading →

The Not-So-Little Drummer Boy attends a college which does not hand out grades but instead gives the students evaluations at the end of every term.*  He sent us his evals for the winter and fall terms.  Among the gems were: … Continue reading →