Thanks to my mom, I’m reading the comics again. She gets a free Gaston Gazette at work; she considers the letters to the editor and the comics worthwhile reading. She collects cut-out cartoons in a manilla folder. I’m not sure what she’s planning to use the treasure trove of humor for, but you never know with Mom.
I found Dilbert hysterical yesterday: the link. It’s about imaginary numbers; it’s awesome. It expresses my feelings on statistics and such.
I turned down an interim teaching position today. It was the right decision, but I still feel queesy about it. Also, I’m miffed at all the work and time I put into the aborted mission. C’est la vie. I’m off to do some “real writing”.
Is anybody involved in Pangea Day tomorrow?
