I was laid flat by something all weekend. I probably slept 40 of the 60 hours between 5pm Friday and 5am this morning, but I recovered enough that my dad and I had our 15th annual raw oyster and oyster po’boy Christmas lunch. He doubts we will get 15 more together. I’m hoping to be bringing him to the same place when he’s 100. On the other side of the holiday emotion spectrum, my wife is doing the first holiday season without her father, and its a very bittersweet affair. There are many emotional things going on that I’m frankly too much of a left-brain autistatarian to really get without coaching, but luckily, I’ve had some coaching.

If you say “Betelgueuse” three times while looking in the mirror, sometime in the next 100 kiloyears you’ll be rewarded with a supernova.

Cocaine Mitch is one bad turtle.

12M seems low to me.

I’m frankly confused by the alternate scales on this graph.  I’m pretty sure that this can be used to prove that either free-riderism is a viable strategy up to a point, or that union is a product that isn’t worth the price-tag to most new teachers in MI.