A PSA from Dr. Furious

I just want to let folks know that I am in desperate need of some homemade chocolate chip cookies. I suppose that I could make them myself, but – that’s not happening. Off to work out Plan B, I guess.

Time for Reading!

Because I know that everyone was awaiting the thrilling conclusion to Sunday’s campus printing fiasco, I figured that I’d fill you all in: An early morning visit took me to the Card Services office of the university.  Four minutes later (if that long), I had twenty bucks credited to my printing account. That’s it. Sorry…

The Safety Dance

For some odd reason, I’ve been very into the Eighties. To be fair, I wasn’t much into them when they were actually happening, but now . . . I don’t know.  It’s less of some sort of mid-life crisis and more like a kind of longing.  I wish that I could say that I miss…