If "adept" is the opposite of "dept," than I'm a. . .

. . . "dept."

Last night, as I was cleaning the cat boxes, I used the retractable box-cutter to open a new bag of litter. "Hey," I thought to myself, "this is the blade I finally figured out how to install in the casing."

That moment of pride quickly evaporated, though, when I realized that, not only had I managed this task after hours of confusion, but that its successful execution ranked in the Top-10 of my own personal Mechanical Achievement Awards. In other words, I'm better off sticking to words.

Luck of the Graph

We had a fine morning. The dress was green. The toast was green. The milk was green.

My bracket was still fresh and clean as a whistle. And Gerhard Richter played the leprechaun and snuck inside my digital camera.

Now that truly is ein glänzender Moment.

The Thing Itself

My bracket is already in danger of being busted -- maybe I should have opted for Eric's graduate school after all -- but here it is for your perusal.