- 30 January 2005
- No. 3,628 (cartoon)
- Pathos becomes me.
No, youre just pathetic.
- 31 January 2005
- An Exemplary Horrible Person
- Dennis told me about an old man that lives alone in a cabin a few miles down the road from him in the Sierra; he described him as one of the most abhorrent people hed ever met. The old codger is unabashedly racist, cruel, misogynist, selfish, homophobic, and more. The interesting part of the story was that the old man knew he wasnt fit to live in society, so hed intentionally isolated himself at the end of an old logging road.
Dennis only met the old man once. At the end of their brief conversation, the hermit said, You know this is the last chat well have.
I appreciate that, Dennis replied.
- 1 February 2005
- My New Diet
- Ive always admired the way great scientists have experimented on themselves. Can this contraption fly? Will this vaccine work? Lets find out!
It is in that spirit of discoveryand an unquenchable thirst for knowledgethat Im seeing how long I can survive on only espresso, peanut butter, and red wine.
So far so good!
- 2 February 2005
- Dummer Rings Truer
- I read that the administraitors of a two hundred and forty-two year old private high school in Massachusetts are considering changing the name of the institution. Apparently, some marketing hucksters think Dummer Academy is a problematical name. (Once upon a time, Governor Dummer donated land and money to the school, hence the name.)
Personally, I like the institutions name. Id much rather have graduated from the Dummer Academy that the Interlochen Arts Academy; Dummer rings truer.
- 3 February 2005
- Meeting Laurie
- Ive been talking to Lauriewho I met through a friend of a friendfor some time about an art project. Finally, she came over to the lab tonight. Since wed never met in person, I complimented her on her bravery.
Im glad you came by, I greeted her, even though I might have been an ax murderer.
I never worry about ax murderers, she replied, theyre quick.
We enjoyed three bottles of wine with dinner, and nothing particularly dangerous transpired.
- 4 February 2005
- Maggie announced that she was having a bad day.
How bad? I asked.
I feel like I dropped a coin in a pinball machine then turned into the ball, she explained.
Play with the cards youre dealt, I advised. (I love to mangle metaphors.) I suppose you should stay in in play as long as you can and go for bonus points.
Stick with your cards, Maggie demanded. The pinball game is all my mine.
As I learned later at some expense, I really shouldnt have done what I did, but I couldnt resist. I gave her a big push that sent her falling into the couch.
Tilt! I yelled.
Big mistake, one of many.
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