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Things are starting to heat back up over at The Flight Deck these days. That’d be a great place to continue some of the protracted – and, increasingly, off topic – conversation threads we occasionally find ourselves involved in. All in accordance with the community’s standards of behavior, of course.
Every once in a [...]
We seemed to have crossed some sort of visitor threshold in the last couple of weeks. Traffic rates of 1600-1700 hits per day went over the 2000 mark for several days in a row and have settled in at right about that number during work days.
What does that mean? Nothing really. We’re not [...]
Updated throughout the day, maybe. In between paragraphs of crystalline 24-carat academic perfection. With footnotes.
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Our man Buck was the first to notice that it’s now official:
I don’t believe that I “know” anyone from Liberty Corner, New Jersey. No referring URL though, so it looks like a [...]
I stand by my earlier statement on the alleged war crimes at Haditha: Don’t know. Can’t. Won’t until a court martial, if in fact one is convened, sifts the evidence, weighs the testimony, looks the accused in the eyes. Our system works.
Things seem to be coming to a head, however:
Evidence collected on [...]
A dog would never crawl its way behind the desk in my office. A dog would never intertwine itself among the profusion of wires and perch itself atop the surge protector. Once seated there, a dog would not, with apparent and implacable malignancy, step its little furry feet atop the power off button, thereby [...]
That systems engineering course? The prof is this whole next level kind of smart. There’s a fine line between true genius and stark, raving, barking madness, and he’s right up against it. This is the first class I’ve ever taken where I feel more deeply stupid with each passing week.
Taken as a whole, [...]
Which will be a trifle less like musings and a bit more like the cribbings of a time-starved madman.
You get what you pay for.
They say that the Chinese word for “crisis” is a blend of the characters meaning “danger” and “opportunity.”
I wonder if that’s true, or just one of those [...]
This may meet or exceed the previous record for brevity. Just so you know.
Where to start?
There are at least 10 11-year old girls in the house right now, on consequence of there having been a girl scout meeting for the Kat’s gang, or claque, or junta, or whatever they call themselves, augmented [...]
You know? I was going to do a Friday Musings today, I really was.
But after that comment party this afternoon?
Spent.
Plus, I got linked by Dr. Helen earlier in the week (Glen(n) better watch himself) which is the first time I’ve ever been linked by a person who’s been dead, that I [...]
It’s been a strange kind of day. Found out last night that my eldest sibling, with whom we had been planning to spend Christmas has had a sudden turn for the worse in her health. Still heading back east, I should think, but now the timeline is all in flux: Go early? Later? Stay [...]
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