Years ago, my friend Michael had a game. Take a movie or television show. Then imagine the TARDIS materializing. There are some stories you can look at and say, “This is a Doctor Who story; all it needs is the Doctor.” The game works best with a “base under siege”-type structure, so common to theContinue reading “On Non-Who TARDIS Companions”
On More Heritage Foundation Tomfoolery
For reasons that pass beyond my understanding, the Heritage Foundation has sent me another survey. This makes… what? The fourth in the past six months? Who do they think I am? This one is called “the official 2010 Taxpayer Ballot of Fiscal Responsibility.” Let us quote. Ms. Gibson, unchecked spending was bad enough in aContinue reading “On More Heritage Foundation Tomfoolery”
On My Steampunk-Style
Seen on others’ blogs… If I were to dress in a steampunk-style, what would I be? Hmm… Your result for The Steampunk Style Test… The Ragamuffin 25% Elegant, 41% Technological, 30% Historical, 24% Adventurous and 46% Playful! You are the Ragamuffin, the embodiment of steampunk playfulness. Chances are, you approach the genre from a muchContinue reading “On My Steampunk-Style”
On Health Care Reform, Then and Now
Saturday mornings I have a routine. I get up. I fix coffee. I eat a bowl of cereal. I listen to Weekend Edition Saturday on NPR. This has been my routine for pretty much the past three years; prior to that, I always worked on Saturdays, and thus Weekend Edition wasn’t something I could listenContinue reading “On Health Care Reform, Then and Now”
On the Lack of Blog Posts
Occasionally, I hit periods where I have nothing to say. Occasionally, I hit periods where I’m too busy to say anything. The last two weeks? They’ve been a little bit of both. Though more the latter than the former. I was on deadline for an article. I was also mildly sick. Article got done. TheContinue reading “On the Lack of Blog Posts”
On Rainfall Against the Office Glass
On a day like today, with the sky overcast and rain falling, hitting the sixth floor glass and running in streaks downward, this song by the Beatles is completely appropriate: If the rain comes they run and hide their heads They might as well be dead If the rain comes, if the rain comes When the sun shines they slip into the shade (When the sun shines down) And sip their lemonade (When the sun shines down) When the sun shines, when the sun shines Rain, I don't mind Shine, the weather's fine I can show you that when it starts to rain (When the rain comes down) Everything's the same (When the rain comes down) I can show you, I can show you Rain, I don't mind Shine, the weather's fine Can you hear me that when it rains and shines (When it rains and shines) It's just a state of mind? (When it rains and shines) Can you hear me, can you hear me? sdaeh rieht edih dna nur yeht semoc niar eht fI (Rain) niaRContinue reading “On Rainfall Against the Office Glass”
On Yet Another Heritage Foundation Survey
For reasons unknown, the Heritage Foundation has sent me yet another survey. To whit: “Taxpayer Opinion Poll On The Real Liberal Agenda.” The Heritage Foundation is conducting this Taxpayer Opinion Poll to compile evidence that will refute the claims by President Barack Obama and the liberals in Congress that the American people want bigger governmentContinue reading “On Yet Another Heritage Foundation Survey”
On Baseball, the Harbinger of Spring
I look out from my office window at the glacier that still lays across Maryland, and a thought brightens my seasonally-affected spirits. The knowledge that pitchers and catchers have reported in Florida and Arizona. Soon, on fields of green, the boys of summer will be back. The crack of the bat, the smell of theContinue reading “On Baseball, the Harbinger of Spring”
On Maryland Transit Suckitude
The four feet of snow that fell during Blizzardammerung and its kissing cousin Blizzardammerung II linger on the Maryland landscape like a festering malignancy. I look out at the frozen wastes from my sixth floor office, and I think I should elk and moose wandering the glacier that now lays across the hills and dalesContinue reading “On Maryland Transit Suckitude”
On a Winter Lament
I dream of a day when the glaciers of Maryland will be no more. I dream of a day when birds are in the air, when plants break the soil, when flowers bloom. I dream of a day when a warm sun beats down on verdant fields of green. I dream of a day whenContinue reading “On a Winter Lament”