Richard’s Ramblings

Looking back at all the ramblings I’ve done so far, I see a pattern in that Mondays appear to be the most difficult day on which to write, but I don’t know why. Almost every Tuesday has an entry, despite the fact the ABC’s Mole II is airing, leaving me only a few minutes before bedtime to shoot out a few words of “wisdom”.

Perhaps it’s that I feel so guilty about missing so many Mondays. Or perhaps Tuesdays give me a chance to breathe a bit more than the normally hectic back-to-work Mondays. Fridays, too, are hard to complete, most likely due to Friday night’s game night lasting into the wee hours of the morning. That doesn’t usually bode well for Saturday’s statistics either, a frequent victim of too little sleep the night before. Yet Monday, the worst offender, lies unexplained.

I heard an interesting news tidbit from a coworker today: the first divorce directly attributable to the September 11th attack was recently completed. Apparently, a guy who worked at the World Trade Center played hooky from work that day, deciding instead to spend the day bøffìng his girlfriend at her apartment. His frantic wife called him up on his cell phone when she finally got through the busy network later that afternoon, and asked him if he was OK. “Of course!”, he replied. “I’m just working at the office. Why do you ask?”

There a whole new meaning to “mobile phone” now. A couple of British inventors unveiled a new communication device that can be implanted in your molars. Yes, your back teeth. It relies on transferring low-frequency vibrations to your inner ear with near-perfect clarity. The current prototypes only receive, and cannot transmit, but that’s still just too cool. Can you imagine being the Mole, receiving clandestine communication from the producer? Or perhaps a foray into the real spy business…

Last, but not least… My monitor has the blues. Literally. Apparently the red gun in the CRT has malfunctioned, leaving me only with shades of blue and green. Looks like I’m going to have to continue selling things on eBay just to keep up with the entropical state of my financial well-being. Why is it that every month there’s some unexpected, unusual, unforeseen, major expense?

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