Month: August 2005

It turns out that I’m allergic to every kind of grass, and about half of the trees and shrubs, which thrive here in the sultry humidity of East Tennessee. And not just a little bit allergic, either. So pretty much,… Continue Reading →

It seems that the Maryville School District has found a way to ban the Confederate flag without explicitly saying that’s what they are doing. I notice line in the article “Some flag defenders have threatened a lawsuit.” That ought to… Continue Reading →

I was thinking the other day that those with true confidence in their beliefs tend not to proselytize — and when they do so, they use the soft-sell — which is amazingly more effective in the long run than using… Continue Reading →

Some college kids and other supergeniuses like to take an ounce or so of 151-proof rum, light it on fire, and then shoot it. This turns out not to be such a good idea. (The linked video no longer works.… Continue Reading →

Props to Hydrogen and Stupidity for a link to an eloquent, if plaintive and leftist, plea for recognition and respect by a fellow non-believer. I’m not sure I’d call President Bush or Prime Minister Sharon “false prophets” as they are… Continue Reading →

Listening to an NPR story this morning about the space shuttle inspired me to find an interesting site; I like it so much I have provided a permanent link to it on my sidebar.

After buying the staff a beer Friday night, I went to the hospital to visit my relative. After going home, I was called back — awaiting the results of an emergency surgery kept me and a large group of people… Continue Reading →

The disaster from last night was not so terrible after all. I did have version 12 of the document at the office to revise, and I had at least done one edit before. It took me some time to more… Continue Reading →

If you’ve ever felt the impulse to scream “Noooooo!” like Darth Vader at the end of Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, but lacked the motivation to do so, may I suggest using Microsoft Word for a critical project? See,… Continue Reading →

It occurs to me that two dogs are playmates; three dogs are a pack. After several days together, Abby’s presence has turned The Estate at Louisville into a doggie den. Sassafras has become the alpha dog. Abby wants to be… Continue Reading →