I recently wrote a guest post over at the always compelling, entertaining and engaging Worst Professor Ever, and the post got tweeted by The Times (you see, in England, they still have a few remaining “news papers” – which are like news web sites that have been printed off for you; I know, clever, right?), […]

Hey, remember playing Battleship when you were a kid?  Remember the subtlety; the intricate, complex layers; the sense of narrative?  The feeling that you weren’t just playing a game, your were telling a story – creating a world? No?  Huh.  Weird.  You remember it going a little more like this? “A8.” “Miss. C1.” “Miss.  J6.” […]

A continuation of “And Then There Are Times I Wish I Had My Cat’s Life (pt. 1 of 2)” LIVING ROOM – NIGHT (The Friends and M are playing a game and eating snacks.  Byron, having grown frustrated that no one has come to get him, has come out of the bedroom and is orbiting […]

It’s the strangest feeling.  When someone gives you credit for something you really don’t think you did, but really wish you had. Does this happen to everyone?  I’d think so.  I’m not talking about plagiarism, or even failing to correct false credit for anything on a grand scale (“Hey, Byron, I really loved your novel […]

With NASA ending the shuttle program and Virgin Galactic announcing its progress toward civilian space flights yesterday, it truly seems we’re at a turning point in the development of space travel.  It seems like a good time to offer just a few reflections on space travel and its implications. I think the end of the […]

*When we last left Byron, he was alone at home. M had gone to work, and he was unsure she’d ever return, or if he’d have to spend his days sleeping, staring out the window, and guarding against the postal carrier.* LIVING ROOM – DAY (Byron is on the couch.  Again he leaps up, but […]

BEDROOM – MORNING (Byron is sprawled horizontally across the bed asleep in his pajamas.  M [Byron’s wife? Significant other? Alpha? Food Lady?] is fussing about, getting dressed and trying to find keys) M: It’s time to get up. (Byron leaps from the bed and bolts from the room at a full sprint) KITCHEN – MORNING […]

President Me: … Really, I think anyone in this room would be hard pressed to name a group more insidious, more panic inducing.  A group that brings, at best, irritation and, at worst, destruction.  They offer nothing.  Take everything – bleeding us.  I take on this challenge with a heavy heart, but I take it […]