Go to the beginning of the story.

Just once, I’d love to see Al Roker walk out to do the weather in a blue suit and yell “I’m the floating head of doooooom!”

I’ve watched him talk Voltron with Conan O’Brien. I’m pretty sure he’s geek enough to do it.

Go to the beginning of the story.

“I loved it because it was fake” could probably work as a thesis statement for Rescue Archaeology.

It seems odd that the fake magma would have been kool-aid, but I swear you could smell fruit punch when you were close to the displays.

We walked for so many field trips that it felt weird when we took buses somewhere.

Those balls never bounce as well in reality as they do in my mind.

I think that what I’m looking for is flubber. From a vending machine in the grocery store.

It doesn’t bother me that I’m older, but it’s still really weird to realize that there are kids entering elementary school whose parents grew up in the same era as I did. For these kids, Transformers and G.I. Joe seem as distant as Hoody Doody and Kukla, Fran and Ollie are to me.

There are a number of scenes in that book that I can still remember clearly. I don’t mean that I can remember my mental image of what happened (although I can) but I also remember where I was and what I was doing when I read those scenes.

It hasn’t gotten much press, but it turns out there was some kind of election thingy in America this week.

Rumor has it that the better candidate actually won. Although I’m still checking sources because, given the state of American politics for the bulk of my adult life, I find that kinda hard to believe.

Yes, this was an example of life imitating XKCD.

Hmm. This is the second time I’ve parodied a famous painting. Does that make it a thing now?

If you’re curious, Godzilla’s hands became crawling leaches and his legs each had the ability to hop around.

Remember, anything can happen on Halloween

Also, happy [very slightly belated] birthday to my sister!