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?

or, never look a pedigreed cat in the mouth.

Let’s tally the cost of real love: comprehensive health exam, plasma biochemistry profile 15, complete blood cell count, electrolyte balance analysis, total T4 thyroid analysis IH, Buprenex injection (analgesic), radiographic exam/interpretation 2, 1 litre IV fluids bag, fluids -administration drip set, infusion pressure pump, catheter-IV setup, Clindamycin injection, hospitalisation < 20 lbs, ear/skin cytology, more injections/monitoring, teeth cleaning ("dental prophylaxis"), canine/double tooth extractions, regional anaesthesia-gingival Bloc, nursing care LVT, surgery supplies, Tramadol TD by syringe, Clindamycin aquadrops, dextrose 50 percent solution injection and two prescriptions = $2065.49.

Now that's love!

Love sits by the window, soaking up the sunshine.

Thanks to Dr. Herring, Dr. Brown, Dr. Serio, Courtney, Joclyn and all the smiling faces at Hampton Cove Animal Hospital for this happy moment.

Thanks to Dominique at at&t for letting me know the ADSL problem in this area will be fixed by 3:43 p.m. or 24-hr refunds start kicking in for all the affected ADSL customers (I added that last part, not her).

Thanks to Amazon Kindle 3G service for Internet access – always reliable, like our Nokia 3120b with at&t mobile phone service.

Nice thing about hanging [out] with lawyers like Michael, judges like Jim, and psychologists/expert witnesses like Roger is…

Well, for example, out of a sample of 500 people on death row, maybe 5 of them are clinically insane and the rest murdered their victims because they were in the way.

A thanks goes out to Bonnie’s daughter for chairing and coordinating this year’s UCP fun[d]raiser, and a round of appreciative applause to the volunteers, Jackson Center workers, caterers, sponsors and generous supporters, public or private, of UCP.

Cheryl was as gracious as ever.

In the midst of hacking the planet, where states of energy are states of energy, it’s good to remember the wonders that states of energy can perform individually and in groups.

Gary and Michael, let’s put your warfighter support idea into viable action!

Time to resolve an ADSL issue with at&t.

Then support UAH, my final alma mater, as no. 1 seed in the South regional NCAA basketball tourney. Go Chargers!

A woodpecker digs at the remains of a wreath of birdseed.

Visited Merlin in the animal hospital after lunch today – he was loving and friendly as ever – his old self still young. The veterinarian showed me his removed teeth – I can put them with the one tooth of mine I saved from the Tooth Fairy’s monetary clutches.

Out of a job because of CG artists, and looking for meaningful work, film set construction crews were hired to build replicas of ice sheets atop Mt. Kilimanjaro that also serve as lodging for adventurous suburban hikers. Financed by movie moguls hoping to attract more stable actors than the current stable of actors under contract.

If converging toward singularity is your dream, do you support algae growing on your back deck?

Who am I? I don’t want to know.

There is no why. There is only here.

You is a word that encompasses all states of energy.

What do you do with power you don’t want but need?

Write love letters long after the need is gone.

You are more intelligent/insightful than you know.

How much killing can one person take if we’re all going to die no matter what?

How do we teach one another common courtesy? May we insist we are a peaceful species, too, despite sorrow and uncertainty?

“Doctor, I don’t think he’ll talk!”

“Wait, you fool.  I’ll pull some more of his teeth and then we’ll watch him cry for mercy right before he tells us what he knows.”

“But Doctor, he can’t talk.”

“That’s what my last assistant said and you remember what I did to her, don’t you?”

“Yes, Doctor, after hearing one more of your snide remarks, she quit, married a nice man, got a PhD in construction paper design techniques and became a successful craft hobbyist.”

“The idiot!  She could have been filthy rich and immortally famous!”

“Yes, Doctor, that’s what you keep telling me.”

“Give me the large pliers.”

“Here.”

“Okay, apply the anaesthesia.”

“But, Doctor, I thought you wanted him to suffer pain.”

“What?  Do you think I am a butcher?  This is a living being we’re operating on.  He will suffer later when he sees his beautiful smile is gone.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Here are the upper front teeth.  Put them in that jar.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“I will leave one tooth in the upper jaw and one tooth in the lower jaw just to show I am merciful.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Here are the lower teeth.  Put them in the other jar.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Now, turn off the anaesthesia and we will come back in an hour while he is just gaining consciousness.”

. . .

“Doctor, he is waking up.”

“So, my little friend, are you going to share your secrets with us or must I shove a mirror in your face to show you what we have done to you?”

“Doctor, he can’t talk.”

“What?  You question my methods?  Of course he’ll talk.  I always get these creatures to spill their guts.”

“Yes, Doctor, but that’s only when you slip with the knife while opening up their chest cavities.”

“Aah!  I hear a soft sound.  He’s about to say something, I’m sure.”

“Yes, Doctor.  I hear it, too.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m rubbing the patient’s back.  It’s a trick I learned as a child to get a response.”

“He is groaning, then?”

“No, Doctor, he is purring.  It’s what he does.”

“MEOW!”

“There, he has spoken!”

“Yes, Doctor, the cat is fully awake now.  Can we call his owner and tell him his cat is ready to go home?”

“Not until I find out the cat’s owner’s secret identity.  You are aware that cats pick up their owners’ language and translate it into their speech patterns.  Get the owner on the phone!”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“And this time, make sure the high-fidelity recording system is working.  We will capture a conversation between the owner and the cat and send it to the lab for voice print analysis.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“And I will finally be famous for uncovering the real person who hides with his feline protectors at his secure hideaway tucked into an average suburban housing estate!”

“If you say so, Doctor.”

“I do not say.  I know!”