During a brief conversation with our receptionist, N., we discussed going back to the eleventh grade knowing what we know now…here’s what I came up with:

  • I wouldn’t take Physics or Pre-Calculus, because I know that I’m not gonna need them. The only thing I remember from Physics is rug where r = radius, u (mu) = coefficient of friction, and g = gravity (9.82 m/s2) and you use this formula to figure out the safest speed at which to take that curve coming off the expressway.  Let me say this…the suggested speed might be the safest, but it’s more fun to go faster.
  • I’d take a third year of Spanish and consider a fourth year.  I was good at Spanish and I should’ve stuck with it.  Maybe at this point, I’d be a diplomat in Guatemala or something where it’s always warm.
  • I’d tell my English teacher what I really thought of her, because she was a horrible person who got by on her disability and the higher-up friends in the system.  She wasn’t a very good teacher at all.
  • I would pay a lot more attention in History class, especially toward the end where we discussed World War I, and then had some side discussions about the Gulf War (which had just broken out) and its effects.  Not the least of which, I learned the Presidents of the United States from Mr. Pack (R.I.P.) and that has served me more than any Calculus ever did.

Those are probably not the only things I’d fix, but that would be a good start.  This was half my life ago, so it’s no wonder I can’t remember everything.

See you in the funny papers!


Okay, seriously. I broke my ankle, I didn’t die. You’d think something worse had happened though given how long ago I posted. I’d be surprised if anyone was even reading this anymore. Please come back though. I apologize for being gone so long. I don’t know what I was thinking, or even what I was doing, but I promise more regular updates from now on. I was watching a lot of movies apparently (check out the movie review page) and I did see a great concert (see the concert page), but that’s really no excuse.

So what’s the latest? Well, I’ve still got another couple weeks in a cast. So that sucks. If I could find a decent power tool, or even a sharp pair of pliers, I’d have removed it already. I’m sick of hobbling around. But, I assure you, there’s nothing like a few weeks on crutches to have an appreciation for how difficult it is for people who are permanently and more severely disabled than just a broken ankle.

I’d write more now, but I’m currently watching John Calipari’s Memphis Tigers get beat, which thrills me to no end. I can’t stand John Calipari. He’s such a crybaby. Unfortunately, I can’t concentrate on writing because Dick Vitale’s voice is like having a cicada nest in your ear while sucking on a jalapeno and stuffing sparklers up your nose. Apparently I’m not a Vitale fan either. Anyway, a couple things before I go.

I owe Gleemonex a meme, so here it is:

The sound of flapping wings! Like the flutter of cloth among the towering pillars. He turned his face to the shadowy ceiling, searching with his ears. Another flutter.

The Darkness That Comes Before ~ R. Scott Bakker

So, to my friends who haven’t been tagged (Ms. Hellion, Lydia, Tiffany, Mar-cee-uh, Drew, and Ms. Wurdibitsch), here’s the rules:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open it at page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence/phrase.
4. Blog the next four sentences/phrases together with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig your shelves for that very special or intellectual book.
6. Pass it forward to six friends.

Untagged friends probably don’t have websites…but you can still play along if you want, by putting your entry in the comments.  See you in the funny papers!

Screeching halt

It’s funny how life messes with you sometimes.  Everything’s going okay and then karma steps out and kicks you right in the testicles.  That happened to me on Saturday when I was out running.  One minute, I’m running along, trying to maintain a pace with S. and still make it up the hill.  The next minute, I’m rolling on the ground clutching my ankle wondering what popped?  Yep, if you haven’t heard by now, I have a transverse fracture on my right ankle which has sidelined a lot of my athletic activity.  Actually, it’s made common everyday activities more eventful, like showering and going to the bathroom.  The smallest of actions, like getting myself a drink from the fridge involves epic maneuvering.  I really thought I was in a lot better shape than I am, but apparently, I’m as weak and pathetic as before, I just have slightly more muscle tone.Needless to say, my running aspirations have taken a severe downturn.  I’m now merely imagining myself walking the 13 miles at best…and Philly, well, that may be a pipe dream.  Also, my “virtual run” in honor of Melisa has taken a backseat to the ankle.  On the upside, I’ve been off work a couple of days and while there’s nothing on TV, it was nice to sleep in this morning.  In other news, it’s Super Tuesday and I’m anxiously awaiting results so I can see who the front runners are.  I’m guessing McCain will be the Republican wag, whereas the Democratic primary is really still too close to call as far I’m concerned.  It may come down to a state that hasn’t voted yet.  Anyway, we’ll know tomorrow.   Also, it seems my blog gets more hits when I don’t write than when I do, which is confusing, but whatever.  And finally, Spring Training is just over a week away and I can’t wait for baseball season to begin. See you in the funny papers!