Archive for the ‘Thoughts Profound and Otherwise’ Category

Last Week It Was “Kobayashi Maru”

February 19, 2019

Some weeks the label on the memory engram being downloaded into your jar reads “Blue Sky On Mars,” other weeks it reads “Kobayashi Maru.”

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Just Something That’s Been On My Mind Lately

February 18, 2019

A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell!

Thomas Fuller

(This is the closest I could get to attribution for the idea that “One person’s Heaven is another person’s Hell.”)

This Will Make More Sense To You Over Time, Kiddo

February 15, 2019

There’s always a cost, son.  Always.  Maybe you pay it right away or maybe you pay it later, but everything eventually comes due; and if you don’t end up paying the cost, it’s only because somebody else has.

This Came Up In Conversation Today

February 13, 2019

Dead Poets Society is one of the greatest movies I have ever seen that I’ve never wanted to see again.

But I’m Getting There

February 12, 2019

After giving it a lot of thought over the years, I’m slowly (ever so slowly) shifting my position from “Let’s talk about what’s deserved.” to “Let’s talk about what’s best.”.

But I Guess It Should Have

February 11, 2019

“Here, let me help you with that,” I told my son this morning since I saw he was carrying a precarious stack of dishes and glasses.  As we made the hand off, however, I felt liquid pouring down my side.

“It honestly never occurred to me that you would have put a full glass of apple juice on top of a stack like that,” I sighed.

Now If You’ll Excuse Me, I Need To Supervise The Creation Of A Representation Of A Mohican Village

February 6, 2019

“Okay, while you have a snack I’m going to do a quick Candles & Curses,” I told my son this morning.

“Great!” he said.  “Maybe you could write about my school schedule and how it’s failing!”

Well . . . never let it be said I don’t take requests.

First off, despite my son’s choice of words, his school schedule is not failing, but we are painfully behind schedule because of my being out-of-town for two weeks recently.  Oh, his mother and Lala did an admirable job of keeping things more or less on track in my absence, but then I (and my out of town viruses) came back and threw everything into a tailspin.

Even so, we’ve already knocked out the easy assignments, but the remaining ones are time intensive, so this is shaping up to be a long week.

This Sums Up My Feelings On The Matter

February 5, 2019

The apocalypse has been postponed indefinitely due to lack of interest.

Golly!

That . . . Would Do It, Yeah

February 4, 2019

I correspond with a number of people around the world (it’s one of my favorite parts of the information age), and recently one of my correspondents was bemoaning an upcoming two-week family visit.

“It’s like spending two weeks in a prison!” they told me.

“I know that feeling,” I replied, “but surely it’s not that bad.  Where are you going again?”

Siberia,” they answered.  “In February!”

Which Is Also A Decent Time Considering The Circumstances

January 31, 2019

Yesterday I mentioned in passing that while traveling recently I missed my connecting flight.  While this wasn’t fun, I learned something interesting about myself.  I could have said, “Yeah . . . I’m not going to make that,” and, as it happens, it was actively impossible for me to have made it by the time I got off the plane because boarding had closed pretty much the moment my feet touched the ground.

But I didn’t realize that at the time.  (I was in such a rush I was thinking departure time, not boarding time, and I had fifteen minutes before departure.)

Even a small delay might give me the time I need, I thought, so off I sprinted . . . from Gate A24 to Gate D6 . . . in Atlanta.   I made it in ten minutes, which is a decent time.

And I felt recovered from that sprint about an hour later.