I was looking at my odometer this morning, and realized that in the 6 years that my wife & I have had this car, we've driven almost 90,000 miles, & yet I'm still in the exact same place, doing pretty much the exact same job at the same university.
So what have I gotten out of those 90,000 miles?
And just where the hell did I go?
At thirty cents a miles -- close to what the IRS will give you -- that's $27,000 in driving I've done; $4500 a year, though probably a good bit more than that in reality, taking into account all costs for the vehicle, cheap as it may be.
How many hungry villages would that feed? And to think I used to ride my bike all the time, and only took the car out once a week or so for the larger shopping excursions... .The lack of biking may also explain the expansion of my mid-section, though it's not too bad.
28 June 2003
25 June 2003
Overheard
Overheard on the sidewalk as I left the coffee shop last night:
Okay, who thinks that these guys need to get a life?
- Geek A, "What would be really cool is if Jar Jar had to fight an Ewok!"
Geek B, "Yeah, preferably in a trash compacter with no convenient way out."
Okay, who thinks that these guys need to get a life?
20 June 2003
House of Killers
A house atop a hill overlooking a rural community in Southwest VA. Who would suspect that living here are four vicious terrors?
For starters, anyone who has seen one of them dragging their hapless prey up the drive & in thru the small door on the porch.
And then they leave the mess for me. Coming home to the remains of their take in meals... feathers, fur, paws, or little bunny heads staring up from the kitchen floor.
Sigh, aren't domestic cats wonderful? A co-worker insists that if they were large enough, house cats would eat the hand that feeds them; which is, of course, why it is a poor idea to have a pet tiger.
No, this blog isn't devoted to the cats who rule our lives, with cute cuddly pictures all over the site, but they wield such influence that they will surely appear when necessary to make sure that they get the credit they are due for shaping our lives.
My wife is a fan of CSI, and I often think how bizarre it would be were a crime to occur in our house and a forensics team had to be called in.
There must be DNA evidence from over a dozen species here and there around the house.
And, yes, we'll be replacing the carpet (soon, I hope) in favor of some nice fake hardwood laminate.
For starters, anyone who has seen one of them dragging their hapless prey up the drive & in thru the small door on the porch.
And then they leave the mess for me. Coming home to the remains of their take in meals... feathers, fur, paws, or little bunny heads staring up from the kitchen floor.
Sigh, aren't domestic cats wonderful? A co-worker insists that if they were large enough, house cats would eat the hand that feeds them; which is, of course, why it is a poor idea to have a pet tiger.
No, this blog isn't devoted to the cats who rule our lives, with cute cuddly pictures all over the site, but they wield such influence that they will surely appear when necessary to make sure that they get the credit they are due for shaping our lives.
My wife is a fan of CSI, and I often think how bizarre it would be were a crime to occur in our house and a forensics team had to be called in.
There must be DNA evidence from over a dozen species here and there around the house.
And, yes, we'll be replacing the carpet (soon, I hope) in favor of some nice fake hardwood laminate.
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