Is he lucky because he gets to meet real live aliens, or because he’s being taken away from this wretched mess of a planet? I see it both ways.
Is he lucky because he gets to meet real live aliens, or because he’s being taken away from this wretched mess of a planet? I see it both ways.
Good ridda…wait. He was 68 years old? The same age I am? It’s sorta sad when people die so young.
But that guy? I won’t be mourning.
One of our colleagues came back from their break in Jordan with treats for us all.
And some people don’t properly appreciate immigrants from diverse backgrounds.
The bad thing is that now I’ll have to avoid the mailroom all day so that I’m not tempted.
I’ve been away from the habit of delivering long orations, so today in my first class returning from a long break, I suffered from wobbly knees, and worst of all, I only made it halfway through lecture before my voice started to rasp and fade. Uh-oh. I have many more hours of talking ahead of me.
After class, I ran out and bought some chamomile tea, and also some honey lemon ginseng tea. I think I’ll bring a cup to my classes so I can lube up partway through. Does anyone have recommendations for habits/chemical reagents that I should use to strengthen my voice and to help me get through hour long lectures on very dry topics?
Sabbatical is over. Fall break is over. I haven’t retired yet. Time to get back in the classroom.
God and I apparently have similar outlooks on the future.

The people of the future are very different. They are made only of bones. Their shadows are of ash. They appear to like ruins and tiny fires.
—SMBC
I was walking home from the movie theater last night, when I saw the shadows of the trees thrown on the new-fallen snow by the streetlights. I thought it was pretty.
The movie I’d gone to see was Anaconda, the bonkers ‘reimagining’ of the original horror movie Anaconda from 1997, which had been bonkers already. All I can say of the new movie is that it was a goofy bit of fluff that the actors had fun with; I wouldn’t recommend either unless you just want to escape for an hour and a half. One strike against it, though: there is some graphic, brutal butchery of two majestically large CGI snakes.
Many people are turned off if a dog dies in a movie, I hope you feel the same about vicious killings of snakes.
Since some complained that my atheist creed video didn’t actually show the poster I had found, here — now you can see the poster. I also take a tour of my office wall.
That’s about the most boring thing I could imagine. It’s OK, we’ve had enough excitement here in Minnesota lately.
Tomorrow, though, I’m going to go to a protest nearby in Cyrus, and maybe to one in St Cloud on Sunday. You can look up ICE Out for Good near you and do something to voice your outrage. It’ll accomplish more than looking at a wall.
These predictions are uncannily believable.
Is it supposed to be funny? It’s too true.
