Mondays get a lot attitude problems tossed at it, but I'm not one of those who do. Truth is, Mondays bother me far less than, say, death or cheddar cheese on pizza. This is partly due to my working a retail schedule for so long - when your "weekend" consists of constantly changing days, usually non-consecutive, there's no need to bitch about ( Read more... )

I'm at work this morning. There's very little going on. I just finished my round of chatting it up with the students and coaching them into getting their work done. It's nominally easy, this job. A typical day consists of sitting in front of a computer, occasionally assisting students either in lecture or in lab. I've gotten to where I can ( Read more... )

What an entertaining spring this has been. Two months after my fateful encounter with a cold virus, I’m finally feeling better. I cough very little now, I haven’t had to use my inhaler in a week, and even my energy is beginning to return to normal. However, another, more unexpected, side effect emerged from this ordeal: I’ve lost six percent of ( Read more... )

Maybe it's not privacy that's dead in the water. Not yet, anyway. What worries me more - far more - than losing the right to privacy is that we're being socially engineered to accept it. Privacy in the 21st century is less than quaint: it’s unfashionable. In an era when twenty percent of American teenagers send nude photos of themselves to ( Read more... )

It's been over two months since I came down with a cold that triggered everything. Three days after yet another doctor's appointment, I've been given another inhaler for my bronchitis, more pills for my high blood pressure, and the news that I might have to go to the main hospital to undergo more tests to see if something else is causing the Cough ( Read more... )

Remember me? I'm half of a couple with the apartment that's a freakin' mess. It still is. In fact, if you looked at our apartment this evening and compared it to a week ago, you'd be hard-pressed to note any significant change in the mess. On the contrary, although the improvements are subtle, they are there, and we have good friends to thank ( Read more... )

It's late on a Saturday night (well, late for 38-year olds), and Jack the Psychotabby is nosing around in the sun room, until recently filled with greenery but now entirely empty. Our living room, meanwhile, is in a state of...something. Let's call it mid-spring cleaning. And the dining room can safely no longer be called such. We can call it ( Read more... )

Why is it that whenever I’m on Facebook, there’s an ad informing me that young, attractive women are looking for me? Letting you down easy hasn't worked, so now I have to bring out the big guns ( Read more... )

I found myself at the emergency room this morning. And I mean early this morning. The trip there was only half the fun: the cab driver, ignoring instruction, dropped us off at the main entry of the hospital, which of course at 5:15am was closed. Imagine this: it's 5:15 in the morning, cold, drizzly, and the man, coughing more than breathing, ( Read more... )

1. Remember Simon and the Land of Chalk Drawings? I wonder what he's drawing now? I worry that the Land of Chalk Drawings is a seriously fucked-up place now. I'm thinking a mix of Grand Theft Auto and Fritz the Cat. In chalk ( Read more... )