Sweat the Small Stuff
When I stress, it’s usually over trivial problems. Something’s not working, but there’s gotta be an easy fix … except I don’t know what it is and will have to figure it out on my own.
Sunday Bag o’ Fauxcity
Easy to identify problems, hard to identify solutions.
Paul’s Book Reviews: Fiction, Nonfiction, Thrillers, Science Fiction, Horror
EIght short book reviews: fiction, nonfiction, thrillers, science fiction, horror
Don’t Answer, It’s the Phone
… we were raised by parents who thought answering the phone with an anonymous hello was rude. We were taught to answer by saying “Woodford residence,” similar to the way receptionists answer with a cheery “Doctor Smith’s office,” or “Acme Plumbing.”
Paul’s Book Reviews: Fiction, Science Fiction, Mysteries, DNFs
“Leroy bet me I couldn’t find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough.” —Rita Mae Brown, Rubyfruit Jungle The Fated Sky (Lady Astronaut #2) by Mary Robinette Kowal When I finished the first Lady Astronaut novel, “The Calculating Stars,” I decided […]
Here Be Bitmojis
I joined a closed Facebook community called “A Group Where We Pretend to be Boomers.” As you’d expect, members are baby boomers who make fun of themselves by posting as if they don’t understand the first thing about computers, email, the internet, and social media. To me, that’s more of a “greatest generation” thing, but I do know boomers my age who fit the stereotype well. But hey, isn’t Facebook mostly a boomer thing anyway? Aren’t all the youngsters on Snapfilter or whatever?
Tuesday Bag o’ Normalcy
If I had a rant in me this morning, I’d lay into NPR for its slavish commitment to normalizing Trump, arguably not the worst unelected occupant of the White House (George W. Bush still has that distinction IMO), but certainly the most abnormal.
Here Comes the Sun
As a patriotic American, living and working in America, speaking American English, a voting citizen who drives around in a big American pickup truck with Arizona plates, I never felt the need to remind my countrymen I’m one of them.