When I was little young I dissected a baseball to see how it was made. Since it’s been a long time, and I don’t remember it, I decided it was time to do it again.
I recently received a postcard from a 4-year-old which read, in part:
I saw a Megolodon’s jaw at Underwater World. It could eat you even though you’re a giant turd.
How I believe he views me:
My morning and evening commutes are about 20 minutes each, and to help pass the time I used to listen to music on my iPhone, but recently, I’ve increasingly been listening to podcasts. I’ve been enjoying them so much that I now listen to them during some of my other free time. Here are some of my favorites (in no particular order):
Last night I had a dream that a large magazine, think Vanity Fair or The New Yorker, hired John Cleese to install a display of bricks in their office. He spent a week, and the display consisted of crooked, broken bricks, haphazardly piled, with mortar dripping out all over the place. It looked like a work of art.
The magazine was most unhappy, and publicly complained and ridiculed Mr. Cleese on his bricklaying skills, saying, “If Mr. Cleese performed comedy the way he lays bricks, he would have failed as a comedian and would probably have become a decent bricklayer.”
When asked about his bricklaying skills, Mr. Cleese explained that he had thought they hired him for his interpretation of a pile of bricks and added, “If you want bricks installed properly you hire a bricklayer, not a bloody minister of funny walks!”
Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
Disclaimer: I cannot draw, which I think is pretty obvious.
I picked up a pair of Plantronics BackBeat GO Bluetooth headphones because there are times that I hate having a wire between my head and my pocket. Yes, I’d be sacrificing sound quality, and it’s another thing to charge, but for certain activities, its benefits could outweigh those negatives.
The good thing about science is that it’s true whether or not you believe in it.
I enjoy cooking with wine, sometimes I even put it in the food I’m cooking.
Seen on a recently closed Boston sports bar located about three blocks from my apartment:
There was a little bit of an earthquake on the East Coast today, and while I didn’t feel a thing, many of my office mates did. While we sort of attributed the vibrations to the office construction on the floor below ours, a friend of mine in Philadelphia IM’d me to tell me that she just had an earthquake, and at almost the same time, a friend of mine, in an office building two blocks away, called me to ask if I had felt an earthquake, and was disappointed that I hadn’t. My astute ability to piece two-and-two together led me to conclude that there might have been an earthquake, and my first reaction was to check Twitter to see if anyone else felt it.
Apparently, I was the only one who hadn’t.
Back in 2006, in the span of four months, I attended both the opening of Apple’s flagship store in NYC and U2’s book signing. At U2’s book signing, I thought one of the members of the press looked familiar, and I made a mental note to go and check my Apple Store opening day photos to see if he was there as well. It’s been about five years, so I guess it’s time to do that.
I got home a little while ago and noticed that my neighbor (the Steelers fan) had taped the bottom of his apartment door with masking tape as seen in the picture below:
This is the second time that I’ve seen his door taped in this fashion, and I have no idea why.
I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. They wake up in the morning and that’s the best they are going to feel all day.
Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.
