Totally. If Geralt were my dad I could play the “my dad could kick your dad’s ass” game with absolute confidence.

I like to eat alone not because I want to scarf down junk while nobody is looking, but because I really don’t like other people all that much. I wonder if that makes it a risk factor anyway...

I had to hide my presence on AIM because my mother learned to use it and would message me constantly when she saw me on, which, when you’re in your early to mid-20s, is extremely uncool. Of course, now that I am 50 and my mother is long dead, I’d give just about anything for one more AIM session.

Remember the Ravenous Bugbladder Beast of Trall, which the Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy says is best defeated by wrapping a towel around your own head, since the creature is “so mindbogglingly stupid that it thinks that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you.”

Really, all we needed to know about this event was contained in this small fragment of a sentence: “The event, which took place in a parking lot in Bushwick...”

Damn, you nailed me. It says “No Man’s Sky.” And I just this very weekend picked up the game for the first time since December and am enjoying waaaay more than I did back then. I actually, like, understand it and I don’t have to rely on my 14 year old son to yell unintelligible directions at me to make anything happen.

When I read this headline I was so hoping that BLM stood for “Bureau of Land Management,” because that would have just been the absolute Platonic ideal of a conspiracy theory hatched by a small town lawmaker from the West.

It suddenly struck me what’s going on lately. Reading this line: “It reads like fiction, a plot specifically crafted to yield maximum iron...” suddenly everything came into focus. Since sometime last summer, we have all been living inside a Christopher Buckley novel. Like “Thank you for smoking,” but even more…

What bugs me is this: what the hell is that ship? Why is the deck brown? The U.S. hasn’t used teakwood decks since, oh, I don’t know, World War II? It looks like some kind of bizarre photo illustration using a photo of one of the long-decommissioned Iowa-class battleships, but removing the big three-gun turrets.

While it is true that more storage would help, saying this is the equivalent of saying that a guy who has run out of food just needs a bigger refrigerator. The past four years represented the worst drought in more than 1,000 years. No amount of storage would have prevented that fact. We would have been in a perilous…

Beats the hell out of the old pen-and-paper version, known as 1040. All that dice rolling was maddening...

My oldest son had a fondness for “Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze.” I have no idea why I knew the words, but I did. When that failed, I’d slap on my old recording of Scott Joplin songs by the New England Conservatory ragtime band. That always calmed him down. I don’t know why century-old, nearly forgotten…

After decades as a journalist, I have concluded that anyone who uses the word “Hereby” in any context and who is not also a judge or mayor issuing a formal proclamation, is thereby declaring himself a complete crank.

Of all the people in Trump’s orbit, this is the guy who scares me - he’s creepy and sinister, both in ideology and demeanor. It is as if an Alan Rickman villain role had popped off the screen and into our reality.

Yes, plant of zoom. I got absurdly good at it.
I think you’re lucky with getting two functional units. We had, as I remember, 4 and all of them failed. The dealer who sold us the unit said he was constantly replacing them and his wholesaler had told him virtually all the units they shipped were defective in some way.
The…

Oh, baby, this only BEGINS to scratch the surface of why the Coleco Adam failed. One big problem with it, as I recall it, was that the entire system was integrated to the point that all the power supplies daisy chained together, leading to a single cord coming out of the printer, so if any one component failed, the…

And let’s not forget how the Nazis nuked Chicago. It didn’t get a lot of publicity at the time because, you know, the Cubs and all. But we should remember the victims...

Yes, indeed. After a while I ditched the entire bottle mess in favor of kegs.

Back when I used to brew beer at home, the one brand of beer where I could not salvage empty bottles for my own use was Sierra Nevada. The bottles were notably weaker than those used by other brands, even other brands that used the same squatty-shaped bottles, or sold clean in brew shops. I had more than one bottle…

Hey, all the cool kids are right-wing white supremacists these days. Hadn’t you heard? It’s like the ‘60s counterculture, but oppositelike. See?