Category: Silly Stuff

On Friday, in the TLLB Ecosystem, I was a Large Mammal, ranked at 855. Today, I'm a Wiggly Worm, ranked at 53,000. That was one hell of a weekend. I just don't know if it was a bad weekend for the whole Ecosystem, or only for me. UPDATE:  Whew!  I'm

Wow! That was a long blog silence for me. I did lots of things this weekend, most of them pleasant, none of them blogging. I haven't even had a chance to read the papers — and won't for another hour — so I have nothing of substance to say. I'll

Lately, weekends have been slow blogging times for me — and, as my statistics show, slow reading time for most everyone else.  That's okay.  Bloggers, readers and writers alike, deserve a break.  Lately, too, my posts have had a frantic quality, a "can you believe that?" attitude, that is, quite

If you want to get at least one sure laugh today, go here.

Sorry for the blog silence.  True to my bookworm credentials, I spent the last seven hours (4 last night; 3 this morning) devouring a nine hundred page novel, The Bronze Horseman.  I'll recommend it, although with the strong caveat that it's a girl book.  It's about the Siege of Leningrad,

I've rhapsodized about small towns before. Today came another reminder about why, despite Hollywood's recent spate of "small towns are evil places" type movies, at least some small towns are, in fact, lovely places to live: A duck was reunited with her newborn brood Monday after Marin Humane Society workers

If you're reading this, it may well be because you found a mysterious link at your stat counter site, your Word Press information page, your Truth Laid Bear page, Technorati or any other site that you, as a blogger, regularly check to find out how you're doing and who's talking

Neither of my children understands what a joke is.  They mangle them, they make up decidedly unfunny stories, and they yell a lot about the failure of the other child's joke.  Out of all this, though, my son inadvertently came up with something funny  That is, after I thought about

If you are a passionate Austen-ophile, as I am, and if you think the 1995 A&E production of Pride & Prejudice is one of the best movies/miniseries ever made, you really must check out the Austen encomium at Seraphic secret. Only last month, I bought myself the DVD of Pride

I tend to give very brief bedtime kisses; Mr. Bookworm goes for endless bedtimes. I finally realized why. After dinner, Mr. Bookworm lingers over dinner, turns on the TV, or works at the computer (all things he deserves, because he works very long hours). After dinner, I hustle the kids

I've been lucky enough to get on the mailing list of someone who, when sending "humorous" emails, actually does send humorous emails. This time, it was wacky animals pictures, under the heading "What Pets do when you are at work." I'm a sucker for animals and for wacky, so I

I vividly remember the time when, to my daughter, I was the most beautiful woman in the world (as I still am to my son).  But times change.  Yesterday, as I was putting my daughter to bed, she told me this: "Mom, Cecily asked me if you were pretty.  I

You know Eliza Doolittle's complaint in "My Fair Lady":  "Words words, words, I'm so sick of words."  I thought of this when I saw this snippet that Congressman Tom Tancredo posted on his website.  (Thanks for the tip, Kevin.) Pythagorean theorem: 24 words The Lord's Prayer: 66 words Archimedes' Principle: