Category: Silliness

Having gotten a fair number of visits via the search string “Jim Boeheim’s Wife” (and once or twice “Jim Boeheim’s Hot Wife,” presumably by people who are looking for something more salacious than me griping about how inappropriate it is for Dick Vitale to talk about her attractiveness all the goddamn time), I would be… Continue reading He’s an Overachiever, Baby!

No, this has nothing to do with duck genitalia. Instead, it’s about a basic principle of music: You’ve got to put down the duckie if you want to play the saxophone. Via Scott. It’s also a nice reminder of why Sesame Street was such a brilliant show (and may still be, for all I know…)–… Continue reading Put Down the Duckie

“The Fossil-Maker’s Blues”, by Steven Brust. Inspired by a comment in this post about paleoarcheology. It’s calcium and marrow and mix ’em fine I’m on the job from nine to nine Oh lord won’t someone set me free From the Devil’s Fossil Factory.

An important discovery in Arkansas: You would think that members of Congress would have considered the warming effect that an extra hour of daylight would have on our climate. Or did they ?” Via James.

I’m headed out to the West Coast at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning, as one of the faculty accompanying the students who are presenting at the National Conference on Undergraduate Research. I’m looking forward to the trip, other than the bit where I have to get up at 4am to go to the airport. Prior… Continue reading Pining for Sleds: Forbidden

Bill Hicks on Easter. “At least a goldfish with a Lincoln Log on its back crawling across your floor to your sock drawer has a miraculous connotation to it.”