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Mental Ramblings of a Self-acknowledged Geek.
Posted: June 13, 2007
Don Herbert, known to kids of all ages around the world as Mr. Wizard, died yesterday from bone cancer, just a month shy of his 90th birthday. His character first showed up to teach kids about science in 1951 and continued to help make learning science fun in various incarnations of his shows. I remember watching the last incarnation of his show, Mr. Wizard’s World, on Nickelodeon. Mr. Wizard, Rest in Peace.
Posted: June 7, 2007
The other day as I stepped outside on my lunch break, I was met with a sudden warm wind that for a moment felt exactly like the Santa Anas. The Santa Anas are a phenomenon of southern California and they have a tingly, energized feeling, as if the air is simply tired of standing still and wants to get up and move around – I feel the same way when I’ve been sitting at my desk all day. No rain coming, no storm. The air is just restless and tired of nothing happening. Jack Black has a line about it in The Holiday, and it really is something that feels mystical, as if the air is alive.
As I stood outside the other day, and the wind swept over me, I wondered what the Santa Ana winds were doing so far from Orange County. I guess the air in California isn’t the only air that gets restless.
Posted: May 15, 2007
This is disturbing. In South Africa, inspectors found poisonous snakes being smuggled in the mail hidden in video cassette tapes. I have a thing about snakes. I don’t like them, I just don’t trust how they move. Add to that the fact that when I was working on the Animal Planet Expo Tour I learned from Dr. Kevin that snakes can’t be tamed. There’s no such thing as a tame snake. They only get used to being handled and basically tolerate it. Which is why you occasionally hear about the house pet python suddenly and without warning strangling the 4 year old or something.
See, this is disturbing because occasionally I get the neighbor’s mail. Sometimes the post office decides to deliver the mail addressed for 1234 to 1232 instead. So what if Mr. Livesat1234 orders some smuggled spitting cobras or something, and they decide after a long plane ride over the ocean, not even first class and with only a package of peanuts, that they’re getting hungry and can’t wait to arrive at 1234 but would like to step outside for a bit and suddenly my 3 cats are gone and I’m in the hospital. Tragedy. Isa loves those cats.