Terrorism update. Did you hear about the math teacher that was arrested on a flight to New York lately? His TI calculators looked suspicious, and the guy threw a fit when security opened up the cases. Well, what did he expect? They were instruments of math destruction. Via Lee, who stinks.
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Ouch. Stacey (Matt’s wife) just got back from vacation to discover that…the gent that had been watching their house had flushed an upstairs toilet, and the toilet had clogged. Fine. Well, it was the toilet that kept on running ’till you jiggle the handle. Everything is mostly OK. Nevertheless, she’s had a bad friggin’ week.
Well. As it turns out, with the determined additude that you needn’t accomplish diddly squat, many things can be done without much skull sweat. So far: Wednesday. Did the remaining twelves pages of data entry on the novel; I’ve been writing it longhand and typing it into the computer. Why? I have a toddler. It’s
Book Rack. This is a CS used bookstore-slash-computer place, the place where Lee got the laptop. I stopped in to look around–very cool. The owner stopped to talk to me; he remembered the laptop. He also commented, “There’s a girl’s side of the store, and boy’s side of the store.” The romance takes fully half

