“Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?”
[Via Ruth Waytz]
Category Archives: General
Cereal Wars
I found Lileks’ Bleat more amusing than normal this morning. What an eye for cultural detail.
Yeah, We Felt It
We were at Lowes, buying some casing for a new front entryway that I installed last weekend, and you could feel the entire concrete slab that the store was on start to gently roll. It went on for many seconds, and equipment hanging overhead was gently swaying. I told Patricia, “That’s a big quake, somewhere, many miles away.” When we got to the car, and turned on the radio, we heard that it was down in Baja, probably about 180 miles or so southeast of us. They got a lot bigger jolt down in San Diego and the other border towns, I’m sure. I haven’t exinspected the house here for damage, but I’d be surprised if there was any.
[Update a while later]
For those interested, it was at the Lowes in Hawthorne, at the end of the runway of the airport. And SpaceX is right across the street (Crenshaw) from it.
To All Of My Christian Readers
Have a happy Easter.
[Update a few minutes later]
Not that I don’t appreciate the thought, but just to make some readers aware who are reciprocating, in case they weren’t — I’m not a Christian myself, or even a theist.
An Easter Non-Miracle
Science writer Michael Fumento remembers an amazing Good Friday, that was almost a Very Bad Friday, from years back.
Ice Sculptures
Natural ones. Some very beautiful nature photography.
In Case You’re Wondering
We didn’t feel a thing this morning. Slept right through it.
Teevee Deals
I’d upgrade to a fifty-plus incher
But if you buy one from the link, it will help me get one, too. Not to mention buy my next bowl of gruel…
And it’s nice to see electronics continue to drop in price, even if space access doesn’t.
This Seems Symbolic, Somehow
The United States is heading for the scrapyard?
Cookie Chemistry
I have to say that I was a little surprised to read that she didn’t consider baking soda first, because that’s what seemed obvious to me reading of her travails. But I assumed until reading the comments that it was so obvious that she hadn’t bothered to mention that attempt at a fix.
On a personal note, this past Christmas might have been the first season that I didn’t make Christmasholiday butter cookies using my mother’s half-century-old cookie gun, due to the continuing discombobulation of the move from Florida, and our trip to Colorado for house renovation.