Orientation person, I see that you are wearing an "Ask Me" button...

... but apparently asking you to move out of the way of the refrigerator so I can get my lunch is asking too much.


The new academic year dawns, and that means I have to remember again not to try to access the refrigerator in the lounge down the hall during Wednesday prayer luncheons.

breaking the 1990s barrier

I've just added here today two people I knew in my Ohio days (i.e., the first two decades of my life). I believe this makes them unique among people on my friends' list.

They also expand the category of "people I know who are highly placed in large-scale shared-world LARPs," an important category indeed. Just think of the power and influence I could wield, if I could get them all to listen to me, and if it only mattered!

Proof-correction duties require that I call some guy in Wisconsin now and ask him what the hell he meant on p. 288. Botheration. But at least he will get to share in the techno percussion and bassline coming from in front of the student union next door.

I forgot to tell you about the walker.

Among the things to be sold at the yard sale on Saturday was J.'s grandmother's old walker. An elderly woman who came to the yard sale walking with the aid of two canes saw it and said, "I need that!"

And then, in the chaos of a busy yard sale that is swamped with shoppers even though it still has an hour or so until it actually opens, she just strolled off with it (so to speak).

Ah, the shocking excesses of our elders.