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One of the laptops in the house went cold a few weeks back, and it has made a significant impact on the dynamics of our family. At the time, it was the fastest computer in the house, and there was competition over using it. This loss made plain how lousy was the so-called family computer. . . . → Read More: Spock’s Brain and Miss July I was driving past the entrance to a Target the other day, and I was annoyed. It was my intention to go past the Target to a different store, and was not interested in parking. However, I had to wait for the foot traffic to clear, and for the cars in front of me to . . . → Read More: Attention to Detail I have a new Christmas letter up on the web site. If you’re into Christmas letters, mine is not as offensive as most, or so I think. What is interesting is that, after twelve years, I can crank one out in a single sitting, whereas I used to struggle with them for days at a . . . → Read More: Xmas Letter, Postage Due Our garage door has been a problem child for the past few years, moreso even than our problem children. In its defense, the garage door was abused as a child. It has been hit with the car several times. Also, it was born with a handicap: the builder of the house went cheapo on it, . . . → Read More: A Minor Christmas Miracle I volunteered to paint faces at the children’s Christmas party hosted by my company. I enjoyed it, but it was strangely intense because the line of children never ended until the party was over, and, while painting, the parents scrutinize your every move. I also felt a mild competition with the other face painters who . . . → Read More: The Adventures of Face Painting Man Ten years ago, I made the mistake of buying a used, rear-projection television. It was forty-six inches from corner to corner, had a fuzzy picture, and was soiled and dirty from misuse. At some point in its life, judging from the crusty stains on the pressed wood cabinet, this television must have been owned by . . . → Read More: The Shawshank Redemption Rear-Projection Television The Trap is a story about men on a fishing trip to the northern woods, who wind up on a hunting trip instead. This was the first in a short series I wrote based on stories heard from other people. Aspects of this story are true then. It’s not like it’s a particularly shocking story, . . . → Read More: The Trap Fall is an iffy season for me. I enjoy the apples, and the smell of leaves, and the skies can be far more beautiful than at any other season. But it means that winter is around the bend, and it’s going to get darker, and so there’s a chance that days will pass without my . . . → Read More: ‘Tis Fall Another of the short stories I wrote two decades ago, a time I am nostalgically referring to as my golden age of writing (golden because, at the time, I believed I would figure out how to do it), was “The Penny Box”. It was inspired by the neighborhood in which I lived at the time, . . . → Read More: The Penny Box My first job out of college was interesting, but like so many things in life, there were good things and bad. I was on a small team colloquially known as “fly and fix”. If there was a problem with one of our computer systems that could not be handled by the local technicians and experts, . . . → Read More: Coffee Horror Story |
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