My brother posted a nice entry on talking to an electronic friend by voice.  It’s strange that we think that a phone call is more personal than email, as if it was the “good old days”.  Still, I understand and agree.  It is definitely higher bandwidth than text or email.

At the bottom of his post, Mark has a link to Sugarloaf’s “Don’t call us”.  Fun song, and haven’t heard it in a while.  I listened to the whole thing.

Youtube has links to other videos on every page, and one of the ones that popped up for me was the Dave Clark Five.  Which reminded me of this episode, that I can’t find documented anywhere else.

The local big AM station is WLW.  Many years ago, they were running a contest – well, not so much a contest as a give-away with a terribly easy question at the beginning.  I heard this as I was driving.

DJ: How many people were in the Dave Clark Five?

Caller (who happened to be female): Detroit.

They were flabbergasted, understandably.  They asked her to calm down and listen to the question.  She got it in just two tries.

There are some days when I feel astonishingly, extremely normal.

It’s a race.

My car vs. rust.  My car vs. leaking oil.  My car vs. a cheap muffler.

And yet, it keeps on going.


I figure in about six weeks it will cross the quarter-million mile mark.  In about three weeks it will cross the twenty-years-of-ownership mark.

Yes, it’s down a cylinder, and I need to add a couple quarts of oil a week.  It’s still a fun car to drive.

Acura, you done good.

The downside is that I’m going to have to plan my meals waaaay ahead of time.

Domino’s brought out the EdiBox, an edible pizza box.  That solves the problem of what to do with the cardboard at the end of the meal, and gives some really cool crusts for dipping.


Unfortunately, for now it seems to be available over in England.

I’ll wait.

So on this first full day of Spring, I find . . .

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I couldn’t make a living as a proofreader or an editor.  I like computer work, so I’ll keep doing what I’m doing.

But when I find things like this, I can’t help but reporting them.

WCPO did a story on electric rates going up.  They described the increase this way:

thirty percent


While it is true to say that going from six cents to almost ten cents is “more than a 30 percent” increase, it would be more accurate (as well as more sensational) to describe it as “more than a 60 percent” increase.

6 x 1.3 is 7.8.

6 x 1.6 is 9.6 – far closer to the 9.9 price.

Accuracy, if you want it, is a 65% bump.  Harder to say and conceptualize in a sound bite.

Still, John Matarese could have gone for “over 50%” and been more accurate.

The first time I was published, I had submitted a clipped funny to PC Magazine (back in the 90s).  Someone was selling a computer monitor – except that instead of the RGB that it was intended to be, it came out as a KGB monitor.  I got $25 and a T-shirt for that one.

This week, I got the acclamation of my peers.

I read The Register, a British IT site.  I don’t read every article, and some I avoid.  There was an article about which devices are most easily broken, and my phone made the list (and did best in the embedded video).

Then there are the comments for the article.  In general, comments on articles at The Reg vary from informative to amusing to trolling.  There are some regulars, and some regular trolls.  There is a lot of understated humor, which I like.  And that’s where I came in.



So I think I’m occasionally a funny guy.  This time, four anonymous people thought so, too.  That’s good enough for me.  Thanks, anonymous folks.

My communion meditation for February 2, 2014.

I got a new phone a couple weeks ago.  It was everything the old phone wasn’t – small, light, fast.  It was cool.  My phone made me happy.

Over time, it became less cool.  The phone wasn’t perfect.  I still had to charge the battery, and buy a case, and put a screen protector on.  I wasn’t as happy.

Then I thought about Jeff’s sermon on worship, and the small group study on Gods at War, and turning things into idols, and I realized that I might be going down a path that I shouldn’t.  So I did what I knew I needed to do.  I built a shrine at home for my phone, with a little cell-phone throne, and a spare battery, and got my car wrapped with a sticker that says “I worship Verizon”, and I’m thinking about getting a tattoo . . .

No, that isn’t true.  Not even the tattoo part.  Yes, my old phone was a bother.  Yes, the new phone is nice.  It’s not perfect.  And I don’t worship it.

Let me quote from the book of Jonah, chapter 2, verse 8, just before God caused the fish to spit him up.  In his prayer, Jonah said

Those who cling to worthless idols
turn away from God’s love for them.

What we are here to do is to be like Jonah, to turn from idols, whether they are a phone or a car, a friend or an attitude, a bank account or a job, and turn to Jesus, who suffered and died on a cross, and was resurrected to provide for our salvation.  That is what we are celebrating now – Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection.

A cell phone can’t provide salvation to us.  Nothing other than Jesus can do that.  Nothing.

It wasn’t the fault of the assistant police chief.

He was talking.  Brian Mains was writing.


“We have to air on the side of safety”.  No, you don’t.  Really.

Although that does bring up an interesting twist.  “To err is human, to air divine.”  That does put the police in the position of being gods, at least in the sight of one writer.  Problematic.

I am not going to touch the concept of the chief assuming that he knows what he wants to do – and being forced to do it, poor fellow!

We have to assume that we want to do this as safely as possible.

Rough job, being forced to assume that you want safety.  And I am not going to comment on that.

This is the recipe for a double-batch of chocolate mousse.  I got the single-serving recipe from a co-worker after I tasted this at the department Christmas party (no, that isn’t what they called it, but that’s what it was).

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I find animal mimicry fascinating.  One animal looks like a different one, in order to avoid being eaten.  Some insects look like leaves, or twigs, or yucky-tasting things.  They get left alone, enabling them to continue to live another day.

I have recently found a previously unreported example of animal mimicry.  I have seen a ladybug – one of your normal household, get-inside-when-it’s-cold ladybugs – imitating a possum.  I know, the visual differences between the two are huge.  And yet the ladybug was doing its best, from a behavior aspect.  It was flipped over on its back, just like a possum playing dead.

It has been that way for a week and a half now.

I think I’ll give it another week and then tell him (or her) that it has won – everybody is convinced that the ladybug is a possum.  It will be quite happy, and have a good story to tell all the little ladybug grandkids.


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