This is actually probably #3 -- but #2 was so campus specific I don't want to bore you with it just yet. Yes, I said "just yet" -- because don't get me wrong, I totally want to bore you with it, just not right now.
I moved recently, and in doing so came across a lot of junk I threw away.
And a lot of junk I didn't -- some of it from way back when I was a columnist.
So here, for your reading... well, I don't want to say "pleasure" because that would be presumptuous. So I'll just say here for your reading is the first column I wrote for the Stanford Daily. Perhaps this will be a series -- because hey, why write when you can have written?
If you click on the image below, you'll be able to read a decent-sized, legible copy.
And I promise, not all of them are campus-specific.
I've never been one of the Joss Whedon "fans" -- but I've always respected the guy.
But that's mostly, I have to confess, because of "Toy Story" -- which, when you reflect on the guy's body of work is a little sad. For me, of course, not him. Because I bet when he reflects on his body of work he's got to be pretty happy. Especially if he's reflecting on it in a comfy chair in a big house that's someplace nice, maybe it's even a second home -- a vacation house, and he has a nice glass of wine and... sorry. I digress.
In any case, I guess I always just thought of him as a horror/sci-fi guy and never tuned in much because I'm not much of either.
But now, because of Dr. Horrible, I'm here to say: I'm a Joss Whedon fan. I'm going to check out Dollhouse. And he's officially on -- maybe even at the top of -- my list of people I want to work with.
Click on the banner below. You won't regret it -- I promise.
"Reader K's call to Dell tech support for his laptop resulted in the tech helping him break a different computer, then sending him a replacement laptop full of human pubic hair. After diagnosing a faulty power adapter with K's laptop, the Dell technician asked him to plug the malfunctioning adapter into his other, out-of-warranty Dell to confirm the problem. K was reluctant, but complied, and fried his old laptop in the process. To their credit, Dell offered a replacement; unfortunately, it had a full bush."
Other theories I have include the laptop reaching puberty and the laptop being used sort of appropriately (on someone's lap) and sort of not (they were naked at the time).
Okay, I warned you that not all posts here come straight from the "profound" pile (okay, actually maybe none of them has, now that I think about it)... but here's the thing, and I'm going to give you the short version:
Malt vinegar is really good on french fries.
The British have known this for ages (as have I, as my Mother is British). So, if you knew this (or if you're British), you may stop reading now. Thanks for letting me waste your time.
I only publish this because my wife -- who has been alive for over three decades -- only just learned this the other day.
How did I not tell her this? It's been ten years since we first met. I'm fairly certain that's thousands of french fry opportunities I -- and therefore she -- squandered. I feel so negligent.
So, I'm taking it upon myself (you can thank me later) to spread the word.