Don't Shake the Flask

Because you don't know if it'll explode

You Heard It Here First

Just found out that a Dartmouth employee, while on vacation in the backwoods of New Hampshire, got infected with hantavirus. Or what looks like hantavirus. The CDC has yet to confirm the case.

Fits of Giggles

Overheard remark between two 32-year-olds: “How come we’re the same age yet I look better than you?” One has a full head of hair. The other one is balding.

Looking in the local paper, I see a workshop for blogging being held at a library in the next town over. I am sorely tempted to hop on over there and see what’s the Big Deal. But I’m afraid the organizer will kick me out because my age will simply reveal the fact that I am just a newbie poser.

Morning Babble. One of the Blowhards ask: “Do all women love to gab first thing in the morning?” Not me. I’m pretty awake during the early morning even without my daily jolt of caffeine. But gabby women early in the morning, however, tend to make my mood nosedive. Gimme something hefty and I’ll wack ’em over the head.

The Thursday Threesome: Against All Odds

Onesome- Against: Is there anything you are vehemently opposed to? Or just something that gets you up on your soapbox?

“Vehemently opposed.” Those are pretty strong words. And this is too early in the morning for me to rant about anything. All that pops into mind are some political and some scientific issues. Maybe I’ll write about them some day, but not right now.

As for the soapbox, anything can get me up on the soapbox. Including the way you put up your hair today.

Twosome- All: Is there something that you have to give all or nothing to?

My work.

Threesome- Odds: Are you a gambler? What would you bet on and for how much?

No, I’m not a gambler. The odds are always in favor of the house.