Big news! Someone has now invented a robot that can solve the Rubik’s Cube. Before you get too impressed by that, you should know that in 7th grade, I could solve the Cube in under a minute. Before you get too impressed by that, you should also know that I cheated. I bought a book…
With Sandy Duncan’s name all over the news this week, I couldn’t help but think of – and miss — my husband’s mom, who was a big fan. OK, minor correction: Sandy Duncan wasn’t exactly all over the news. I happened to see her name in one lone New York Times article about Wheat Thins,…
If you have a website, there are a bunch of tools you can use to check the visitor stats – how many people have visited today, how that compares to other days, how many are visiting right this second, etc. I use one called Woopra. It should just be called Stats Crack, because, as you…
There are only two ways this sign can be pronounced: “doe doe,” as in the dodo bird (at best), or “doo doo.” As in, doo doo.
(*Via sensory memory only. Certain terms and conditions may apply.) In Europe, they like to pick one song and play it over and over and over. That song, and only that song.
40 doesn’t feel old to me like I always thought it would. Except for a few things: This year’s bumper crop of gray hairs. The cracking joints – occurring during any and all movements, where they used to be limited to things like deep squats. I sound like bubble wrap. My husband calls me “Creaks.”…
I started 5th grade in 1979. That’s when designer jeans were “all the rage.” An expression your grandmother would use, but really – they were the rage. All the sexy girls in my class wore them. (Yes, to ten year olds, other ten year olds are sexy.)
Action Park was a water park in New Jersey that deservedly earned the nickname “Accident Park” or, alternately, “Class Action Park.” Having gone there once a summer to slide head-first down their uninspected concrete water slides, with some fat kid crashing into us from behind every time, it’s a miracle my sister and I are…
