First of all, I tip my hat to the Vietnam veteran who sat next to my wife at the basketball game last night – you are not forgotten.

Although my wife does not want this parallel universe of a blog and any effects, real or imagined, it causes to what we call our universe (the superset in which the subset of a parallel universe of a blog that is just another set of states of energy resides), I’ll keep the humour flowing out of this blog and into our lives.

For instance, is de la Mole in “Queen Margot” the inspiration for Will Smith’s role in “Enemy of the State”? Probably not “Six Degrees of Separation” between the two.

Do you have to prove your man/womanhood to yourself or others? Do you laugh at gender roles because you’re comfortable in your essence of self?

Is the universe designed solely for your comfort, in other words?

Does everything that happens to and around you, both in happiness and in pain, benefit you in some way even if it sometimes takes years to see why?

A reader asked how to hack/copy a sim card to turn an iPad into a roving command center. I honestly don’t know how. That’s none of my personal business.

Labels are symbols for comic relief – science, religion, politics, sports, business, academics, life, love, mass media, technology, etc. – that’s truly all I know and the secret of my successful ascension to domination of this blog.

The rest is just random interaction of states of energy that seem to have/seek a patterned purpose at the local, antlike level.

I woke up at five years of age and have been trying to go back to sleep ever since, but the brain has no off switch. Many ways to numb it and only one way to stop it.

I’m happy to let it run until it runs out of steam.

Technology is a means, not a means to an end.

Ants on the window screen and in the house – spring is here! That’s what the blooming Japanese redbud told me, anyway.

I do not presume God, Allah, Yahweh, Buddha, Shiva or a deity/Deity will intercede on my behalf and am constantly learning to accept random incidents, no matter how serendipitous they appear, as if they happen on purpose only through hindsight and without human reason through the big picture view of foresight. God/Deity/deities/universe is greater than me, obviously.

I never assume I know what I’m doing with my imperfect self.

Did I thank Amie at Beauregard’s yesterday? My poor, poor memory – what Am I to do with me/you/us, mon ami?