It just snowballs, and not just because there’s a pile on the ground. I moved here with the intention of giving up science and changing careers. Things which we’re all painfully aware of happened and I ended up getting sucked into the local university as a non-faculty researcher in engineering. Then a professor in the chemistry department suddenly quit.

“What are we going to do, the guy was supposed to teach three classes?”
“Say, isn’t there a chemist in the glass department?”

And now I’m a professor. This was not my goal, but I’m rolling with it. Tomb Raider bought me a sweater with leather elbow patches.

Speaking of rolling, birthdays today include a guy with a gold back; a guy whose name became a cliché; a guy who built bridges; the best actor in Airplane! and Beavis and Butthead Do America; a guy who proved that if you’re in opposition to Feynman, you’re likely wrong; a woman whose memory I cherish, since she told my first wife that she was not smart enough to be an academic; one of my favorite guitarists and a genuinely nice guy; a guy whom I always confuse with Paul Lynde; star of two of my favorite comedy TV series; and competition with Marianne Williamson for “Weirdest Team Blue Presidential Candidate of the 2020s.”

And now, class, let us consider Links.

 

War bones stroked harder, you should buy stock in defense contractors, who are dancing with joy.

 

Sorry to intrude on Swiss’s territory, but this is one more reason that Facebook is pure evil.

 

The latest in interactive games.

 

I assume this is the one getting money funneled through her accounts?

 

Despite rumors, this wasn’t Spud.

 

When I go to NYC with Tomb Raider, we get hit up by panhandlers every ten or fifteen seconds. But TBH, they all seem to be US natives.

 

When your movies are this shitty, desperate action is called for.

 

How can anyone not love Suitcase Junket? It’s a one-man band (Matt Lorenz) with great songs.