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Bob Schrieffer, who won the Nobel in 1972 along with Cooper and Bardeen for their BCS theory of superconductivity, is apparently headed to California state pen. on vehicular manslaughter charges.

Given his age (74, 72 at the time of the acccident), and the testimony of colleagues like Cooper who claim that Schrieffer was never a reckless fellow in his younger days leads me to suspect that the poor man may be suffering from some sort of senility, and that no one intervened in time to keep him from hurting others as he continued getting behind the wheel long after he should have stopped driving himself anywhere.

Old folks on the road: everyone knows they’re a hazard, but they’ve got enough political clout that unless the AARP initiates the politics of removing unsafe older drivers from the road, it’ll never happen. What a cryin’ shame…

abanodon (n) = a newly-named species of prehistoric something or other, known for being left behind or abandoned frequently by its herdmates, especially those who cannot spell

This definition has been brought to you by Tim’s typographical goof of two posts earlier.

So, as far as I can tell, the problem was that other people wanted to use the bathroom.

This confuses me a little bit. If you know that two people were just having sex in a bathroom, would you want to use it?

Cheerleaders Had Sex in Bar, Witnesses Say

Also, what’s up with the mug shots? Are both of these girls droopy on one side? Did they have strokes? Or did the camera just have a crappy lens?

…are freakin’ cool.

Lightning on demand? Why the heck not?

I’m particularly amused by the 110,000 volt Taser Cannon.

If I ever decide to abanodon the academic track, I’m heading out west to work for either these guys or the MythBusters.

What’s wrong with girls wearing t-shirts that say “Who needs brains when you have these?”, “Blondes are adored, brunettes are ignored,” and “I make you look fat.”

Seems perfectly innocent to me.

Abercrombie & Fitch to pull tees after “girl-cott”

Two signs:
(1) I unpacked my tub of sweaters over the weekend, and packed away most of my shorts. I actually kinda like getting to wear sweaters again, but I know I’ll change my tune soon enough.

(2) I got a haircut Saturday from the old guy “Doc” in the second floor above the Wrap and von Bargens… and in so doing, my hair got a lot darker as all the sun-bleached little dudes went into the bin. The use of hair color as weather-indicative core sample is more obvious for the weeomen (K has blonde for Mallorca/Gibraltar/the Canaries, and brown for Oregon/NH), but either way there’s no escaping the fact that we’re “lucky” there hasn’t been more in the way of snow so far.