Author Archives: matt

So it’s been nearly a week for me without a working laptop, and four days since I dropped her off at the shop. It’s cliche, but I really do feel like there’s a part of me that’s missing. This whole … Continue reading →

Some weeks ago, the Vice-President of the United States told a Senator of the opposition party, while on the Senate floor, to go fuck [him]self. This was excused by various pundits as being unimportant since the Senate was not actually … Continue reading →

Milady Powerbook is causing me problems right at the moment. Problem 1 is an inability to accept discs in the SuperDrive; problem 2, which manifested spontaneously while I was taking the recommended steps to solve problem 1, is that it … Continue reading →

There’s a cricket in my apt. It’s drIVinG mE MaD…

You know, my life would be a lot more fun if I got more enjoyment out of seeing confusion on the faces of others. Because it seems to me that significant parts of my job result in the confounding of … Continue reading →

Normally I try and arrange matters so that if there’s a long weekend, I’m off doing something with it. The way things have fallen out, though, has left me in the Midwest for this one. And if I had anything … Continue reading →

So suppose that you’re the leadership of a political party. Your party has done fairly well for itself in recent years, to the extent that you control not just the executive, but both branches of the legislature of your country. … Continue reading →

Apple has unveiled their new G5 iMac. The page headline is, Where did the computer go? And that was pretty much my first impression from the photo. Sweet.

I wonder: when the sign says Automatic toll lane — coins only, does it take an act of supreme deviousness to interpret this as meaning: Toll must be paid; Toll must be paid in coins; Bills will do you no … Continue reading →

Today’s choice bit of weirdness: I’m sitting out my office hour for the afternoon flipping through the internet, and the Dean of the college I work in stops outside my door, glances in, and says to whoever he’s talking to: … Continue reading →