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I thought I had finally recovered from my addiction, but it has come back
to haunt me. Luckily, I am able to handle it through indulging for short periods
of time, and it mysteriously goes away, almost as fast as
it hit me.
Yes, you guessed it. The addiction is video games. Another good way
for me to stay away from video games is to just be so freakin' busy that
I don't have
time to play. But I have to make time for Circus
Just when I can't find a topic to produce a column, and the only thing that
comes to mind is record-size
exotic fish, up pops something that should allow
me to keep my job for at least another few months.
From a story
on PC World,
the World Wide Web Consortium announced a formal policy ensuring
that key Web technologies, even if patented,
If you were greatly anticipating my column this week, I have something a little
different than normal in store for you. Actually, if you are really anticipating
my column ANY week, I recommend you seek professional help, because that is
not normal.
I have created a simple compatibility test, which matches you, the
reader with
you, the movie star/singer. If you are one of the 12 selected celebrities
who are on the list, and you find out you are not compatible with yourself,
it's
It takes me anywhere from 45 minutes to two hours to write this column. Every
two hours in the world, the following things, on average, occur:
I would gather that everyone reading this column has seen a computer before. I'm also betting that just about everyone reading has an email address, which means this is directed at YOU.
Wow, I just realized how far behind I was in posting tidbits about good local writers. I met author Mohamed Mughal last year at a writers' conference, and we shared opinions and the like on our writings.
Today, I'm continuing to help clean out my dad's house. It is interesting to see all of the board games and random items I used to have 15 years ago, but in reality, there are a fair amount of things that I don't need anymore. On top of that, there objects that I'm not even positive I'll ever have a need for again, other than to take up space in my basement. And besides books and dust, I really don't like to collect things at my house.
Close your eyes and think of two of your favorite smells.
NO WAIT! Close your eyes for three seconds and think of two of your favorite smells (I just thought "What if you never open your eyes ... you won't be able to read the rest of this."). For our hypothetical situation, I've decided to use my favorites: the smell of newly popped popcorn and regular scented Pine-Sol.
Nearly everyone I have talked to has heard of Upton Sinclair, a muckraker at the turn of the 20th Century. And more often than that, people have heard of "The Jungle," one of his masterpieces. Yet I have not encountered a single person who has read the book, nor anyone who knows more about the book than its focus on the meat-packing industry.
I thought I had found some sort of glitch in the space-time continuum. One of the local rock stations plays songs from the band Rush as often as any classic or even current band. But after a trip to Chicago a week ago, where I managed to find myself in the middle of a Rush block one day and not being able to change the channel while "Tom Sawyer" played the next, I realized I wasn't alone.