Things I’m laughing at
It seems that all I’m doing these days is chasing the tail end of whatever I was supposed to get done the week before. Most of my busy time has come from my musical life. Leah has a final show coming up in a few weeks, and inexplicably we have …
From a recent LUG meeting: One member described “wife” as “the best definition ever of a non-maskable interrupt.” UPDATE: I hadn’t seen my Mugshot stacker, where Marvelous Mike had posted something today on gender issues, proving once again that he is always ahead of my game.
There’s been a stifling mini-heat wave here in the mid-Atlantic states, with temperatures yesterday and today up around 100 F, with heat indexes closer to 110 F due to the humidity (or, as I like to refer to it, “soupy crotchness”). By the way, thanks Florida! Now I can thank …
This is a very interesting video, but I have a bone to pick. More of a pet peeve. OK, it’s just me being a language fascist. The word “chad” is its own plural. Or rather, the word means an indeterminate amount as opposed to a thing, meaning it can’t really …
Yes, time for the moronic, NASCAR-addicted, Budweiser-swilling, vernacular-challenged denizens of my little bit of Frednecksburg to spoil the holiday spin-up by letting off noisemakers all night every night for two weeks surrounding the Glorious Fourth. I’m actually starting to hope some fingers fly this year. How sad to be yearning …
Sure, anyone can just sleep in on Fathers Day, but me? I helped my lovely bride out by going through a whirlwind of cleaning this morning. I did get a cute card from Evie that read: happy Grouchy Father’s Day! scram! Following this was a small emblem of Oscar the …
ESR announced his own obsolescence this week on fedora-devel-list, and I’m sure by the time I post this blog entry, the weight of all the bits wasted on hand-wringing and arguing over his self-important announcement will have collapsed to form a virtual neutron star. I for one found it funny, …
Kevin Smith and I are a lot alike: both thirty-seven-year-old fathers of small children, and who love movies, pizza, beer, DVDs, and basically all things sedentary. Each of us has a family history of diabetes and yet, inexplicably, we’ve both managed to avoid facing the awful truth that we’re killing …