The facts are these. I have a bruise on my right hand. The bruise is on the back of the hand. The bruise is situated roughly adjacent to my right thumb and my wrist. The bruise measures 1 1/2-inches in diameter. The bruise is a deep purple. The bruise hurts like a motherfucker. If youContinue reading “On Allyn’s Mysterious Bruise”
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On Surviving the Weekend
A fuller convention report may come later. For the nonce, I had a fantastic time at Farpoint. I autographed all of three books — all three, copies of The Quality of Leadership. Kathleen, whomever you are, not that you’re reading this, I loved your reaction to the inscription. 🙂 It’s Monday morning. I still haveContinue reading “On Surviving the Weekend”
On the Weekend
This weekend, I’m at the Farpoint convention here in Baltimore. This is my fourth Farpoint. My first was back in the halcyon days of 2006. I remember it well, mostly because of the carpet at the Hunt Valley Marriott. The convention has moved, a little closer to Baltimore. Alan Tudyk, better known as Wash fromContinue reading “On the Weekend”
On Word-Coinage
At work today it was decided — I had coined a new word. A good word. A perfect word. Clusterfuckery. I don’t claim the word. I see, from a quick Google search, that “clusterfuckery” has been in circulation for a few years now. It’s not my neologism. 🙂 Yet, I’m still going to use it.Continue reading “On Word-Coinage”
On My Grandmother’s Quirks
The sun had gone down. My grandmother stood at the window in the dining room, looking out into the backyard, transfixed by the sight while she giggled. “The President’s plane is about to take off!” I didn’t have to look outside to know that there was no plane in the backyard. She was seeing theContinue reading “On My Grandmother’s Quirks”
On the First Signs of Spring
After weeks of cold, ice, snow, and more cold, today promised to be warm. Snow still lay on the ground from a snowfall on Wednesday. The ice from the previous week’s ice storm had melted over last weekend; I took a hoe and a shovel to my driveway and walk to rid myself of it,Continue reading “On the First Signs of Spring”
On Longer Days
For a few months now, my grandmother has expressed confusion at dinner time. It’s dark outside. And in her mind, we shouldn’t eat dinner when it’s dark. Dark, to her, means breakfast. Since it’s dark, the meal must be breakfast, even if it’s not remotely breakfast-like. Surely there must be a time change at hand,Continue reading “On Longer Days”
On Tricking Out Opera
Yes, I know. I’m an evangelist for Opera. I can’t help it. For this atheist, the Opera browser is the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve ever found. 😆 Gah, that sounded bonkers. Seriously, though. It’s not just my favorite browser. I simply couldn’t imagine using the Internet without it. Firefox, IE, Safari –Continue reading “On Tricking Out Opera”
On Evening Conversations
My grandmother was taking a nap. Dinner was ready. I needed to wake her. She was on the couch. I shook her foot, and she let out a ooh! of surprise. “Dinner’s ready,” I said. “You mean breakfast,” she said. “No, dinner.” “It’s dark,” she said. “Of course it’s dark. It’s dinner time.” “We justContinue reading “On Evening Conversations”
On Getting Home From Work
Most days, getting to and from work is not a problem. Oh, I might miss the connection from subway to light rail by the merest of seconds (like yesterday, where I was five seconds late to get aboard the train), but for the most part, things go smoothly. Except when they don’t. This evening wasContinue reading “On Getting Home From Work”