I Really Must Be Tired
I just read over last night’s post. I haven’t produced a blog entry that incoherent in a while. Sorry about that, Loyal Readers. But the concern about not having brought a tie to a deposition is very real.
I just read over last night’s post. I haven’t produced a blog entry that incoherent in a while. Sorry about that, Loyal Readers. But the concern about not having brought a tie to a deposition is very real.
I write on a guest connection from an Econo Lodge in Paris, Tennessee. Technically, this is West Tennessee because I am to the west of the north-flowing Tennessee River. I drove out here today with the Great Man — finagling… Continue Reading
Yesterday we spent most of the day getting moved in to La Casa. The Wife and her mother did a great job finishing off the painting and we were very pleased with Two Men and A Truck’s service. By about… Continue Reading
It’s a nine-square by nine-square grid. The grid is subdivided into nine three-by-three grids. Each column has the numbers 1-9, with no repeats (only one “2”, only one “4”, and so on). Each row has the numbers 1-9. Each three-by-three… Continue Reading
I know making fun of Pat Robertson seems like it’s a cheap shot, beneath my efforts, and that it’s probably better to ignore him. But here’s why I do think it’s necessary to point out the utter idiocy (never mind… Continue Reading
Tonight, I led a review session for The Wife’s paralegal class. I had a lot of fun with it. It’s an enjoyable experience to be in front of people, interacting with them, talking about interesting stuff. It was a lot… Continue Reading
Maybe I should not wear my lack of faith on my sleeve so much as I do. On the other hand, I think I’ve picked better friends than the ones described in Eugene’s post. At least, I hope so.
Traditionally, men cross their legs differently than women. Women rest one knee atop the other, or one ankle atop the other with their thighs held parallel to the ground and near one another, thus requiring that the woman’s knees be… Continue Reading
I found this on BoingBoing. It’s quite amusing.
Every day, I hear cars driving down Gay Street. Buses and trucks are very loud, and have at times been so loud as to interfere with my ability to hear people talking on the phone. Every few days I get… Continue Reading