Category: navel gazing

In Which Your Humble Blogger is visited by the Spirit of Thanksgiving Past, the Spirit of Thanksgiving Present, and (due to a clerical error) the Spirit of Groundhog Day Yet To Come.

In Which there is a small amount of crudeness, used in describing a fuckload of shit.

In Which Your Humble Blogger observes a duality, although not a duality of self. Shouldn’t there be an emoticon for duality of self?

In Which Your Humble Blogger reveals a fondness for round numbers.

In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to examine his assumptions, and finds that the assumptions get in the way of the examination, like when you kill a cat.

Gentle Readers all, settle in for a bit of a shift. By the kind hands of Mine Gracious Host, this Tohu Bohu is going to undergo a bit of a change. Most of y’all will experience it as a purely…

Your Humble Blogger is quite late to the game in linking to ZIPskinny (beta), a site that takes the Census 2000 data and makes it available by ZIP code. I, of course, plugged in my own locality, which did not…

Your Humble Blogger happened to pick up a book called A Guidebook to Learning: for a lifelong pursuit of wisdom, by Mortimer Adler, in which he complains about alphabetiasis, that is, the overreliance on alphabetical rather than conceptual organization. There…

OK, one of y’all who knows something about the Hugos can tell me—is Patricia Piccinini, for an example, eligible for a Hugo of any kind? It appears to me that the Best Artist award is for, excuse me whilst I…

Congratulations are due to Gentle Reader Wayman for his correct prediction that the research on Sword Swallowing and its side effects would win an Ig Nobel. In fact, is presumably winning it as we speak. Well done, Wayman. Well done,…