Everyone thinks of DST as an extra hour in the evening, but it also means one less hour in the morning. 7 a.m., for example, is really 6 a.m.
UPDATED: 9 September 2012 Let me count the ways the events of the past few months have screwed me. Note that there may will be additions as the weeks pass…so keep checking this article. It will be a mega-whine! First, my mother dies of a glioblastoma — brain cancer — the same disease that killed […]
The Universe appears to have taken on the role of the Mafia in my life. Instead of striking me directly, it has gone after the one I love.
Somewhere there’s got to be a science fiction story about a black planet just radiating heat. The natives paint white, yellow and blue stripes over the surface, then move their black-tired transport vehicles into alignments prefigured by these arrangements. The sentient life forms of this planet run from their transports into refrigerated warehouses and back […]
I can think of little more frustrating that my regular routine of losing my glasses.
Here’s one to have you whistling Loonie Tunes
I spent a few hours this morning making notes towards an obituary, what might be said about me should I die suddenly.
She knows that I can cut and paste.
I must be the only blogger the number of whose posts exceeds the number of his comments.
I ran out of xanax and Blue Cross won’t refill for another five days!