I've come up with a great one-word summary of my Aunt Marion: vivacious. I have never met anybody so happy just to be alive ( Read more... )

A fresh-faced youth stares up at me, panicked and sweaty. He doesn't look much older than seventeen. I can see his brain oozing out his left ear. A page full of formulas lies unnoticed in his lap. I tried to get to him earlier, but now it's too late. The assignment was due at 1:30 ( Read more... )

Still haven't heard from the doctor. But, Jo isn't pregnant. (Thanks for visiting, Aunt Flo!)

So, Jo went to the doctor a week ago Monday. They ran a hormone test. (Women have hormones? Who knew?) We're still waiting.

Tonight we watched a programme ("King and Empire") about Vimy Ridge. It wasn't bad, although the narrator got a little whiney at times. He was all OMG! Fewer than 100 people a year visit such-and-such war cemetery! As ( Read more... )

On a more serious note: On my way to work today, I got a double-double.

So if I shared it with my co-worker, would we each have a single-single? Or just a double?

I had a lot of respect for Ben Stein until last night. Then I found out about his anti-science stand ( Read more... )

"I'm going upstairs to play with my numbers."

"Okay. Have fun numberbating."

"Please, it's numerical sex."

"Numberbator!"

I've seen The Merchant of Venice before. Studied it in high school. Saw one of the movies.

Went to see it tonight at Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan, and it blew my mind. Especially the surprise ending, about which I will say nothing except that it has to be seen to be believed ( Read more... )

"My mother was parallelized..."

Snork!