get-rich-quick

do the paid-programming powers sell enough weight belts, magic sunglasses, and smoothie machines that they can afford to clog the TV airwaves night after night?

king of Paine

Suzy says I should wear fireproof clothes to the air show, and I laugh. at the show, Phil tells me they've had lots of accidents recently. o, my prescient wife!

another "interesting ethical question"

if I comment to my friend on last night's game "without [getting] the express written consent" of the Office of the Commissioner of Major League Baseball, should I be looking over my shoulder?

for Felipe Alberto

meeting young ones makes me feel old. seeing friends of my own age does the same—except we've walked similar paths, over which the snow falls to dust us evenly.

nothing but a head

if I'm not dead by the time the first book is published for which the author used voice-recognition software instead of a pen, typewriter, or computer, kill me.

have you noticed?

month by month, my blog entries have decreased in number: 30 in January, 28 in February, 22 in April, 18 in May, 15 in June, 10 in July, and 9 so far in August.

buying the Farm

I'm thinking of buying a car so that I can have it insured through State Farm. then, I'll be able to save enough money that I can afford to buy myself a falcon!