For folks with a tablet or other kind of e-reader, the public library is a bit different. For one thing, it’s mainly in cyberspace and browsing the virtual shelves takes more than a little getting used to. On the plus side, it’s open 24/7 and if a title is available for lending, you can be perusing it within moments of making your selection.
I’ll admit that the virtual library has other differences from the public library – for instance, most of the titles have a shorter loan period and if you place an item on hold, it is extremely likely that it will be made available to you when you simply have no time for it. But browsing the shelves is a bit easier as you can use the tools of cyberspace to narrow your search to exactly what you want. I managed to download and read 4 books in a week’s time.
So if you have a tablet or similar device, I suggest you go online and discover your library again. After all, that’s what it’s there for.
Believe it or not, the premise behind this comic is true. An entomologist actually did propose what we now know as Daylight Savings Time just so he’d have more daylight to collect specimens. His proposal was not accepted at the time, yet somehow we now have this bi-annual changing of the clocks. I wonder if we would still be doing this if he had only thought of adjusting his schedule instead of demanding that everyone else adjust theirs.
See you next week.
Some of you may have noticed some changes in your old Monopoly game. While the “classic” version remains unchanged, adjustments have been made to other versions to make them more “current.” A few more zeroes have been added to the money changing hands. And the units of currency have changed to a universal “M” with two lines through it – the Monopoly version of the dollar sign.
Even so, the basic game remains unchanged. There is still a lot of luck involved. And a lot of people play by their own rules. Does anybody out there put money in the middle of the board for “free parking?” That’s perhaps the most common “house rule” out there that’s not in the actual rules. And it is also perhaps the biggest contributing factor to games lasting much longer than they should. But hey, it’s having fun while playing the game that matters.
Have fun, my friends
I was going to say something profound about all of us being more than the sum of our parts, but honestly this was just one of those silly ideas that came into my head.
See you next week.
You know, I really don’t mind helping people out. As long as they don’t mind me making the ocassional cartoon about it. Hey, I gotta get my ideas from somewhere. 😉
See you next week!
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Yep, sometimes it’s a wonder I get anything done around here.
As I write this, I do not know the outcome of the big Superbowl game between the New York Giants and the New England Patriots. Frankly, I do not believe I know enough to make an accurate prediction.
As you might guess, the subject of this week’s comic is about making a bet, based on either bravado or some otherwise mistaken belief that one knows the outcome of something unpredictable. There are wagers for money and then there are wagers for other things. In either case, the loser comes out with less cash – or pride.
I do not feel confident enough to make a wager for cash. And I certainly do not feel the outcome of a competition that I am not participating in is worth the potential loss of self-worth.
But hey, your mileage may very. Let’s all be careful out there.
We like to think that computers are sapient, that they actively thwart our plans. But the sad truth is that they can only do what we tell them to do and the more garbage we add to the pile of code we’ve already created, the more likely it is going to fall over. Ponder that, if you will.
Sure, it’s nice to have someone cheering for you, but try to keep it down, okay?
Seriously, who’s in charge here?
Annumophobia is the fear that you waited too long to for the new year’s wall calendars to go on sale and your choices are probably limited to collections of sunsets, light houses, and baby animals. I guess it’s better than looking up and discovering that you haven’t changed the calendar since August.
Oh and before you correct me, Annumophobia is a word I made up. So there.
