Thirteen

The Professor is a funny mix of experience and lack thereof. He’s lived and studied abroad, he’s got an advanced degree in mathematics, he’s well into writing a six volume science fiction series, and he didn’t know that those whirly-gig seeds that come from maple trees, sycamores, ash and the like are called “keys”. He’s…

then come on over here and sit by me. Yeah, OK, I stole it from Steel Magnolias, which probably stole it from somewhere else. It sounds like it should be a Dorothy Parkerism, but what do I know? I tried Googling it, and came up empty handed. It seems my day to be ratting on…

JAVMA (The Journal of the American Veterinary Association) had a really cool pullout poster this issue. It’s the only time in the past ten years that I can recall them doing such a thing. The poster is a listing of “Disease from Potential Bioterrorist Agents”. I rather doubt these will be used as bioterrorist agents,…

Technically, the word was thirteen letters long, but that’s because I used the adjective form ending in “ing” instead of the noun form ending in “er”. And it isn’t that I rarely use it. As The Socialist will only be too happy to tell you, I never use it. I find it offensive. The poor…

The Socialist is now tucked safely away in California. He called late yesterday afternoon, about three hours after he arrived at his grandparents. He did get a room last night, so he was at least well rested. He planned to meet up with a friend of his last night and go see Two Towers again….

La Salamandre I’ve elected to give Xanga a try – it does’t have the flexibility of the Old Dear Diary, but it lets me do a lot more formatting than the new DearDiary.Net does. Xanga is well established, has a good security rating, and seems to have a good support section. It did take me…