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Another victory for the scientific method
After exhaustive research, experimentation, and countless case studies, I’ve concluded that longer delays rinsing your coffee mug – do not always result in increasing cleaning difficulties. There’s a point at which the graph plotting “wait time” and “cleaning effort expended” flattens out – a little something I like to call “The Procrastinator’s Payoff Effect.” This effect is punctuated by the “Oh F&%# It Point,” where the diminishing return on diligence is most pronounced. Studies show that the O.F.I. Point is typically reached anywhere between 18 and 24 hours (depending on atmospheric conditions), when the remaining coffee slurry is almost fully cured.
Once again my tireless efforts have proven the obvious, at almost no expense to you, the reader. No thanks are necessary.
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Review: Slow River by Nicola Griffith
I’ve tentatively decided to engage in the ultimate exercise in arrogance – I’m going to presume you want my opinion about the books I’ve read. You guessed it – this is my first book review. I promise to keep it brief.
The latest book in my reading binge was classified as science fiction, but that doesn’t really do it justice. Slow River is not your father’s Sci Fi thriller. For starters, it’s not a thriller. It’s three stories told at once, about the three lives lived by an abducted woman in the near future: her pre-abduction life of privilege, her post-escape life in hiding, and her current attempts to reconcile the two.
This was not one of my favorites, but it came oh so close. Good characters and a good story make a good combination, but this isn’t for folks looking for a story that grabs you by the throat from the first page on. I had to pamper this one for a bit, but it paid off after a minimal investment of my time.
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Catching up to the queue
Since all events are now measured in terms of how they relate to my rash, this tale is right smack in the middle of Genesis – based on the events of three weeks ago.
In the beginning his skin was void of blemishes or imperfections, and the Lord said, “let there be a rash,” and there was a rash, and it was most assuredly not good. On the second day the Lord said, “let he on whom I’ve bestowed this rash go to Busch Gardens,” and he went to Busch Gardens, and that too was not good. Later that same day the Lord saw that he on whom he’d bestowed this rash and sent to Busch Gardens was thirsty, and said, “Let Busch Gardens give them their choice of free beer,” and there was Bare Knuckle Stout, and it did not look very good. Finally, the Lord saw he on whom he’d bestowed this rash, sent to Busch Gardens, and given Bare Knuckle Stout – had a daughter whose curiosity threatened to overwhelm the goodness of his creation, and said, “let her have a sip of this Bare Knuckle Stout and thou shall see this curiosity vanish!” – and she did, and it most assuredly did vanish, and it was finally good.