For the last six years of my life, people have looked at me funny and asked “Oh, classics… and what are you planning to do with that?” I would mumble something about teaching or my secret plan to be a female Robert Graves or change the subject.
I will never be stumped by that question again, [...]
I passed my MTELs! I got a 97 in reading! I showed my roommates, well, actually I did a happy little dance and they came to see about all the crashing. Chris asked me if that’s percentage correct or percentile, and I had to think long and hard about the difference. (It wasn’t a 97 [...]
Some people have told me it’s been a while since I’ve posted. To those people, I have to say: For bandits, those Defias guys don’t really have much money.
Also, my girlfriend Allison got married on Saturday.
Early on Saturday morning, Eric drove me to the salon to meet up with the girls for hair and [...]
If you are driving on the New York Thruway, and you happen to miss the exit for 84 (the uneducated might think this is the fault of the girlfriend/navigator but all of the signs were CLEARLY stolen by gnomes in the middle of the night), it’s a good idea to make sure you have enough [...]
Yesterday I went to see The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants with my long-lost good twin (I’m clearly the evil one, wouldn’t you agree?) We kept poking each other and whispering “Ya-Ya!” which is only funny if you’ve seen Divine Secrets and Traveling Pants and also are extremely easily amused. Which you kind of have [...]
This is a well-thought-out article against mandatory seatbelts, and this is the author’s obit, after he was without a seatbelt in a car crash.
I’m actually against seatbelt laws, too. Not because I don’t wear them — I always do and I encourage/coerce everyone else in the car to do the same thing — but because [...]
The other day, Stick lent me Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank. I’m not sure whether Stick remembered my penchant for post-apocalyptic novels, or if he just wanted me to stop kibbutzing his WarCraft game.
Alas, Babylon is yet another post-apocalyptic novel, written in 1959. Frank writes like he’s a military technical writer. (Stick: That’s because [...]
just never runs outa wood! DUMM!!
