Quantum Mechanics and other Complicated Stuff

Actually, this entry has nothing to do with Quantum Mechanics.

Rural Pennsylvania is quite beautiful, from all indications.  I quite enjoyed it.  It would have been a bit nicer if the weather had been better, but all told, it was quite nice.  If you’ve never checked out the central part of Pennsylvania, you should think about it.  I’m not sure I would want to live there, but certainly a very beautiful place to visit.  (I’m also not saying I wouldn’t want to live there, but I think I’m becoming something of a suburban/urban person as a result of my life experience so far.

I’m not sure, but I think I’ve reached a new stage in my life.  I’m actually kind of excited about the prospect of being married.   (Yeah, it kind of surprises me too.)

In regards to the thought directly above this one:  Yes, I did just say that.  I know, I know.

I think my sister-in-law better get ready to have some kids.  (Marcy, if you’re reading this, you better start thinking of some excuses.)

I need to go to both London and Australia to visit.  I have people now in both places who are quite willing to show me around.  It’s very exciting, and I quite look forward to the opportunity.

Older folks with experience might be the group of people I understand the least but appreciate the most of all the possible groups there are.  The sheer volumes of wisdom the folks who have seen stuff like World Wars and the cold war and close elections might be too high for me to count.  Accordingly, I need to spend more time trying to learn from said older folks.  (Yes, I’m still thinking about the old guy at the reception from my previous entry.)

I had my beliefs again reaffirmed that some Americans have no clue about the world they live in.  At the reception and afterwards there were several moments where it became quite clear that people know nothing of Australia.  That’s an English speaking country.  I wonder what the folks know about Malaysia or Singapore or Kazahkstan?  Seriously, you guys. 

People from other countries have a decidely different humor than American humor.  I think I prefer theirs.  This should surprise no one who knows the kind of humor I like.  Given the choice between all the American Pie movies and 10 good minutes of British humor, I’d pick the British humor every time.  It’s just funnier.  This cannot and will not be argued.  Please….fart jokes over witty repartee?  No contest.

Thanksgiving without a nap is like a sandwich with no bread.  Again, this cannot be argued.

I’ve successfully avoided the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade for 6 years in a row.  To say I’m glad of that is like saying that Jessica Simpson is “just a little bit moronic.”

Seeing grown men in dressed that show off a lot of cleavage is something that very few people would ever want to see.  I’m included in that group, and if I ever see it again, it will be too soon.

I hate laptop batteries.