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I’m vaguely ashamed of myself. As this illness, whatever it is, continues to get a little worse each day, I find that I am pulling more and more into myself. My patience is the thing that I miss the most. I used to be one of the most patient people I know. It never before…

I graduated high school in 1974. Yeah, OK people, do the math, get the giggles out of your system. This makes 2009 the time for my 35th high school reunion. I have attended one high school reunion in my life. It was, to say the least, painful. It was the fifth high school reunion, when…

Sorry, Shay. I wish you were right about my little mum, but even the roots are brittle on it. No even Dr. McCoy could work a miracle on this one. I’m leaving it in my office to stare accusingly at me – it seems that I owe it some sort of opportunity for revenge. I’ll…

I just visited Charlie Chaplin’s Diary, and his last entry asks everyone to get out the phone book, find three odd ball names, and post them in his comment section. I did that, and had a blast, and I’m dying to see what other people can come up with. Give it a try, and pass…

January 27, 1967. I was ten years old. I was one of those geek kids who was completely enamored with the space program. These were the days when they still wheeled the big television set into the classroom so we could watch take-offs and landings. On this day I was in the living room, laying…

was a disaster, though not for the reasons I had anticipated. It’s hard to accuse someone else of screwing up when you find that you yourself are a bigger screw-up. Turns out The Prof did go to the math lab yesterday. He showed up an hour late, but he went. He didn’t over-sleep; his late…