I listened to the last senatorial and gubenatorial debates tonight on public radio, and they made me really agitated. The senatorial candidates seemed particularly vindictive—they weren’t yelling per se, but I have the same knot in my stomach now that I used to get when the people who lived downstairs would have fights loud enough for me to hear. I hope I can calm down enough to get to sleep in an hour and a half.
At least I know for whom I’ll vote on Tuesday.
My name is Matthew Xavier. I live in Minnesota, read books, and write software (for fun and profit).
Many years ago at a friend's high school graduation, I spent an hour at a table with my brother and our band director. We were strange people. I ate one mint for half an hour, our band director made faces in his salad dressing, and my brother melted things in the decorative candle.
One of the things my brother melted was a plastic fork. He carefully heated it only just enough that the tips of the tines curled neatly into little coils. We examined it and decided that surely it was no longer good for stabbing people...or food. Thus was born the original safety fork: harmless, but useless.
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