Decades ago when I was teaching at a university, I had the opposite problem. One female student said to me: “If you ever want to do something distracting before class, I’d be up for that.” Another: “I’d do anything... *anything*... to pass this course.” In the end, they both legitimately passed the course, and I kept…

Oh, and for the record, being the tired old man I am, I wore a dark blue pair of tactical pants (lots of pockets, but not obvious), a nice short-sleeved shirt with a button-down collar, and a safari jacket (also lots of pockets, but can nearly pass as a sport coat). And I said “please” and “thank you” a lot. Because…

Absolutely correct. Anyone that has studied “signaling” in economics will understand this.

On a distantly related note: a couple of weeks ago, for the first time ever, Mrs. Overclock and I flew business class on a transoceanic flight (Denver to Frankfurt). We each had one of those pods pictured above in which your huge transforming lazy-boy chair turns into a lie-flat bed. It completely spoiled us. It also…

Came here to say this.

Came here to say this.

I once went to a hair stylist to whom I’d never been before and asked them to shave my head. They refused until I explained that I was doing it in support of one of my best friends who was getting chemo therapy for her breast cancer. After which they insisted on shaving my head for free. Doubly impressed. When the…

Peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Easy, filling, simple, healthy if you use all natural peanut butter and good whole grain bread.

I discovered my inner voyeur maybe forty years ago when a buddy of mine and I were at a party at the Hyatt Regency on Wacker Drive in downtown Chicago. We spent most of the event with a pair of binoculars exploring the apartments in the high rise across the street. It was educational.

I’m not a gamer. But the score for this game is totally worth having. It really stands out.

I’m sure the look of this vehicle will be polarizing. I like it myself, reminiscent of the old Land Rovers. But it occurred to me this morning, while looking at a sleek new Jeep Cherokee parked in front of the local coffee shop, that EVs have a distinct advantage over gasoline powered vehicles, and manufacturers of…

I’ve had more than one troublesome flight where pressing hard on the accupressure point on either wrist made a huge difference as to whether I was going to keep my airline pretzels down.

A couple of years ago Mrs. Overclock and I spent a few days in an 18th c. hotel in the Marylebone neighborhood of London during the vacation period after Ramadan. On our twice daily walk of just a few blocks to the tube station we saw streets littered with supercars and other ultra high end vehicles. Every few minutes…

Several years ago a friend, colleague, and someone I had worked with at three different companies, died in a traffic accident while running an errand at lunch. I had just spoken Dave that morning at work. It was shocking.

Mrs. Overclock bought a pint of this stuff a couple of months ago. We both tried it. It was *revolting*. I finally threw it out in the trash just yesterday while purging old stuff out of the refrigerator/freezer.

So this is how busses procreate? Fusion? Not sexually? Good to know.

I wondered the same thing.

Just to show how stupid kids are, when I was maybe 14, a buddy of mine drilled a hole in the back of one of those “plywood derby” wooden toy cars, put in a CO2 cartridge, then we went to a parking lot where he proceeded to bang a nail into the end of the protruding CO2 cartridge with a hammer. The wooden car…

As crazy as this sounds, I believe this. I had a very similar CO2-cartridge-powered device for making soda water blow up in my hand years ago. In my case, it was totally my fault: I hadn’t gotten the top threaded on correctly. But it was an extremely violent event. I was lucky that the worst happened was partially…

[1] Something I’ve alway wondered about, so good on you.

(And I like chocolate milk too, particularly after working out.)