The Underwear Chronicles

This is awkward.  My daughter and I are Facebook friends.  I have learned to read her Facebook updates the same way educated North Koreans have learned to read the propaganda articles in Rodong Sinmun, as an indication of where the Kim regime’s collective head is at.  When my daughter starts posting intense rants, I know […]

Light Saturday Posting

In Pima Air & Space Museum news, I’m ready to certify as a walking tour docent, but no one’s available to bless me until the 15th.  Knowing me, given two weeks to prepare I’ll cram so hard I’ll blow my certification tour by mixing up facts & figures for different airplanes or going off on […]

Undeniably and Reliably Dead

The news began to come in around 7:30 last night.  I was losing interest in a violent, depressing prison movie, so I picked up my smart phone to skim the latest on Twitter.  A few informed people, mostly news types, were just beginning to tweet about Osama bin Laden’s possible death.  Over the next half […]

I’m Wayne Carini’s Frenemy

The other night I was watching a rerun of one of my favorite guy shows, Chasing Classic Cars.  The host, Wayne Carrini, was helping some dude put together a world-class collection of desirable high-dollar cars: a rare Ferrari, an Auburn boat-tailed Speedster, a Mercedes-Benz 300SL.  Although the show didn’t divulge any biographical details, we in […]

Entrapping Mau Maus on Trail: a Science Fiction Plot?

I’ve never liked entrapment.  Not when the police do it, not when civilians do it.  Not when the right does it, not when the left does it.  I particularly don’t like it when people are tricked into voicing their personal, non-job-related opinions on things, then lose their jobs as a result.  But you know what […]

Tweet Me Up, Egyptian Valentine!

Valentine’s Day, our 45th. Should be old hat by now, right?  Not to mention that V-Day’s one of those “Hallmark holidays,” concocted and forced upon us by corporate overlords hoping to encourage a small off-season spike in flower and chocolate sales.  So you’d think I could be forgiven for forgetting . . . but I […]