Jet lag has always been bad for me because I can't sleep on airliners unless I'm sick. A trip back from New York with newly emergent mononucleosis and a trip back from London with a bad cold caught in Paris taught me these facts. But I found a sure fire way of sleeping on airliners: cold pills and booze. A dose of over-the-counter anti-histamines and two extra-strong screwdrivers did the trick and I slept for six hours on a flight from Sydney to Los Angeles.

Perhaps you're channeling Albert Einstein. He saw a lot of nipples in his lifetime that didn't belong to his wives.

Oh, I've experienced it. But on a bike that high torque is going to leave you on your ass and your bike bent up as you pop a wheelie using all that torque. I'll stick with gasoline and pistons.

You're damned right! However, I personally dislike the noise Harleys make. They're too damned loud. I ride a Suzuki Bandit. That's a Japanese sport touring bike with a big crotch rocket engine. It's reasonable quiet until you get onto the freeway and wind it up.

I'll have you know that no one has ever complained about my penis. It's more than adequate I assure you. Have you looked in a mirror yourself?

I can predict that such a motorcycle will never have much of a market. Here's why.

Bikers such as myself appreciate the engine noise their bikes make. It's a marvelous thing. While I personally dislike the noise Harley engines make—they're too damned loud—I like the healthy, high octane growl the 1.2 liter engine I sit just above and behind makes. Then there are the vibrations from the engine. At 90 mph, the engine spins at about 5500 rpm. It's an incredible feeling to sense all that power at my command being exerted.

As you can expect, none of these things are present in an electric bike. It's going to be quite a dull experience to ride an electric bike I think.

For the voyeurs among us, it'll allow them to get a better look at those sunbathing nude in their backyards. But beyond that, what will it offer? Perhaps better looks at the Disneyland of North Korea, Pyongyang, the capital of that Tragic Kingdom? That's one of my favorite places to look at via Google Earth.

It doesn't help that he ended up in Russia. With the Crimea mess he just looks like Putin's puppet. To an extent that can be blamed on the "spy bureaucracy," but if Snowden knew he was gonna piss of the State Department, and he knew that he'd only be allowed to travel if State didn't revoke his documents, then he probably should not have gone through Moscow.

If I were Edward Snowden I would not want to route a series of flights to South American, where he was originally intending to go, that would take me through airports in American-friendly countries. Going to Russia on an Aeroflot flight to Moscow and then to Cuba and then from there to somewhere in South American would have been the smartest thing to do. I doubt the US would be willing to piss off the Russians by sending out the F-15s to intercept a Russian-flagged airliner. And as Snowden has pointed out, once in Russia he was unable to go any farther except back to the US because the State Department had revoked his passport. However, it is rather fortuitous that Snowden is in Russian. That is probably the best place for him to be, especially now because Putin is not going to be doing any favors for the American government.

This must have been very poor quality kitty litter. Given what my evil black cat puts into her cat box, the highest of quality in kitty litter must be obtained to prevent a similar explosion.

It just occurred to me that even if we were to find only bacteria whose ancestor's hitchhiked their way to Mars from Earth on one of our probes, that would be a remarkable find in itself. It would demonstrate that life could have existed on Mars at one time even if we don't find any native Martian bugs.

It has been speculated that life here on Earth came from space. And there has been speculation that this life may have come from Mars thanks to asteroid impacts ejecting material with enough energy to reach escape velocity, some of this material reaching the Earth in its early primordial history. Well, if this is the case, we're returning the favor.

What this means to me is that on a certain corner in downtown Sacramento there is a Street View photo of me on my motorcycle showing my license plate but obfuscating the engine block embarrassing both Google engineers at the weakness of the despicable AI they use to hide identifiable features. If I had known that that damned car with the cameras mounted on top would be on the street at the exact same time I would be at that intersection, I would have waited a couple minutes. Fortunately, I obfuscated my own face by wearing a full-face helmet.

Think of it. Here is this scare resource, IPv4 addresses, and no more are going to be allocated in North America. I see great potential in profit, online exchanges opening up allowing the trading of IP addresses, etc. etc. To quote the Ferengi, my lobes are tingling.

Why is there an assumption that we (or I) will retire? I like working too much to ever retire. It will only happen if my body and/or mind keep me from working. And all that requires is one good eye (no glasses because I'm near-sighted), two semi-functional hands (or decent speech recognition software), some way to manipulate a pointing device, and a way to get to the work place.

And even if I quit working, I will never quit "working". There will always be something I will do. I will probably continue to write, filling composition books with scribbles from my fountain pen that no one will ever read. And I am a life-long learner. I may never go back to school again, I will never stop reading history or biography or memoirs or something else that fascinates me.