Month: September 2011
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zap
So, the thing that really amazed me about the news that neutrinos might possibly travel faster than light (I’m not convinced) was not that this would change all physics forever and make Einstein a dooty-head as well, it was that physicists were using the Large Hadron Collider in Bern, Switzerland, like a particle-beam cannon to… Read.
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bummer
National Public Radio has been presenting a series of articles about growing old and retiring that don’t make it sound all that appealing. As a matter of fact, they make it sound like a great big bummer. “Retirement: Reality Not As Rosy As Expectation” is all about how retirement was not at all what people… Read.
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doink
Sorry, not much time left over to drivel tonight. I spent a couple hours doinking around with train track on the model layout in the basement, and when I thought I couldn’t justify spending any more time on that, I went upstairs, sat my butt down in the recliner and read other people’s drivel posted… Read.
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time
My high school marching band had been waiting in the lobby of the airport terminal for hours to get the call to board the flight. We were in the lobby because it was the only place big enough to hold a hundred fifty high school kids. Mister E, our band director, was getting nervous about… Read.
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cabbie
Well, I tried to go to work today: Dosed myself heavily with antihistamines and aspirin, guzzled water and focused on plowing through the papers on my desk so maybe I would forget that I had a pounding headache and felt like somebody spent all night working me over with a tenderizing mallet. I managed to… Read.
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stuffed
My head is still so stuffed this morning that I have a pretty darned good idea what it feels like to be a prize 10-point buck mounted on the wall over the fireplace in the den. Get it? Stuffy head? Stuffed? I kill me. So I contacted the office to let them know I wouldn’t… Read.
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puggled
I’m staying home from work today on account of the scratchy throat and puggled-up head that kept me awake most of the night. I could have dosed myself up with powerful over-the-counter drugs and toughed it out at work, infecting everyone I crossed paths with, but I don’t know anybody at work I dislike that… Read.
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talk talk
Hock rots. Puggled nose. Eye gron gree. Up up ter. These are just a few samples of the first words used by our offspring. When the Seanster needed to blow his nose, for instance, he told his mother that his nose was puggled. It was a short jump from plugged so it was easy to… Read.
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on track
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tender
I spent Saturday in East Troy again, putting in a little volunteer time at the East Troy Electric Railway, but with an amazing difference this time: My Darling B went along to play trains, too. Yes! I still don’t know why, but she did. They needed help on the dinner train and each dining car… Read.
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