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A Series of Disconnected Events

There are times I feel stupid, and there are times I feel like the person responsible for the early printing of The Washington Post during the Dewey vs. Truman elections. But I repeat myself-I really do. I’ve said this already sometime back. (based on Mark Twain)

Quiz in Class

The teacher smiled. ‘This one is easy. What is the name of a famous instrument from Scotland?”

Silence. I gnawed on my lip. My knuckles drummed on the desk. My eyes crossed. And my mind…in a warm room involving Jude Law, piles of pink scarves but otherwise devoid of bothersome apparel, and a boa constrictor thrown in for kinky measure. But it was gone…with my mental clothes.

Frowning, she cast the bait to new fish.

“Bagpipes!” came an anguished shriek from my general direction.

Not only did I miss that point, one was deducted for speaking out of turn.

I slumped in my seat. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the day, even in math class.


Optimism: A swan gliding across dark waters. Or is that Hope?

O brave new world, with such people in it.

You all get this, right? Thought so.

I loved the book. I will love the movie.


Tact is an undersupplied product whose value is additionally lowered because the consumer, in favor of shouting, screaming, and otherwise getting one’s way in a loud and preferably obscene manner, holds it in low esteem. (Based on something…not sure what it is, but it was very clever)