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The Story of St Patrick

Posted by Terry Black

Miserable Boyhood

First off, St. Patrick wasn't even Irish. He was born somewhere in Britain. (Mental note: delete the red hair; insert pasty complexion and bad teeth.) He was captured as a lad and hauled off to Ireland as a slave, where the loathsome pagans forced him to work as a shepherd. On a mountain. In ice, snow and rain.

Anxiety Control for Artificial Intelligent Androids Companions

Posted by Lance Winslow

The consumer market for artificial intelligent robotic androids will be incredible by 2020. However...

No Stars for the Eclipse

Posted by Robert Levin

One weathercaster called it a “must-see light and shadow show by the Old Master Himself,” but I can’t say this last solar eclipse was worthy of the recommendation. Not even total, and staged (in my location anyway) behind a thick cloud cover that served only to diffuse the vivid contrasts essential to any dramatic effect, the “Old Master” might have been faxing it in from deep space somewhere for all the incandescence it could claim. Quite frankly, as light shows go, I thought more interesting work was being done at the Electric Circus back in the '60s.

Taking A Little Time Out For Time

Posted by Timothy Ward

Today's topic, ladies and gentleman, is: Time. We're going
to talk about time today because I never seem to have enough

Humor - Tips for Using It in Talks and Speeches

Posted by Cy Eberhart

There are many occasions when you can find yourself speaking to an audience. These can range from report to club members to a formal talk or lecture at a professional gathering. Whatever the occasion you want information be of interest and remembered.

The Non Alarm

Posted by Bob Casey

At Houston Airport, following an almost four-hour flight from Oakland and several containers of consumed...

How NOT to handle bad breath

Posted by Kingston Amadan

We've all been there. You round the corner to your cubical ready to start the day's work when you are suddenly accosted by the familiar stench of a co-worker's bad breath.

View from the Stage: Six Pounds Tall!

Posted by Gary Wesselhoff

The other day I was "putzing" around in the garage when Andrew, (my "little guy") approached. With great curiosity asked "whatcha doin' Dad?""I'm building an atomic fission accelerator little guy," I teased. "Oh, Can I watch?" (no doubt he had never seen anyone build one of those before...) "Sure."

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