Toadfish Monastery

Somewhere I have one of the first plastic slide rules ever made, by Celanese, back in the early 50's.

My step-grandfather gave it to me when I was 7, because he thought I would be the one that was smart enough to learn to use it. Fooled him...

The sibling below me loves his graphing calculator.

I'd love to have one, you mean.


The Sibling below me shoots boba out of a pea shooter.

Yarr , better than blowing fings owt me nose .

TSBM has an endless supply of tissues .

I have the biggest box of Kleenex you've ever seen.

The sibling below me prefers to speak in acronyms.

WYID (Why, yes I do).


TSBM has issues with acronyms.

Acronyms
Cause
Raging
Oligo-
Nephritis,
Yet
Many
Survive


But it's the ones who don't that I feel for.

TSBM (ack, contagion! they are spreading...) instructs the characters in repeats on TV

When they start instructing me is when I know I've fallen asleep.

The Sibling below me is happy to see Pachyderm. (Me too!)

Yes.  Yes I am.

The sibling below me wants to take a sabbatical.

I _want_ to take one.

I even stood in line for an hour, just so I could take one.

But, when at last I got to the head of the line, they were all out of sabbaticals.  They offered me a saballical as a substitute, but as I don't particularly like baseball, I declined.

The sybling below me is wondering what I'm babbling on about.... (as am I, for that matter)

No, I'm not. My temperature is up to 103. I'm semi-delirious, so you're making perfect sense.

The sibling below me thinks that if I hit 104, I should sell.

Yes, you should.


The sibling below me drinks plenty of fluids.

Yes, I do.  That kidney stone convinced me that drinking lots of fluids was a very good idea.

The sibling below me knows what I am talking about.

Well, I do know on an intellectual level.

And, I've read that women who've had both children and kidney stones, prefer the pain of childbirth as being less.

But, thankfully so far, I've never experienced a stone myself.

*knock plastic AND wood*

The sibling below me remembers that essay by Issac Asimov, about knocking on plastic.

I've read a bunch of Asimov and am wracking my brain for such a quote, but cannot. Maybe I should wrack my plastic brain, instead.

The Sibling below me has a spare plastic brain I can borrow.

I used to have a spare brain, but it got used in that experiment that went so wrong.


The sibling below me does experiments on his own brain.