Osler's Razor

Last night, I was one of the thousands crowding into Baylor's Ferrell Center for the basketball game against #6 Washington State. Sadly, Baylor lost in the last minute, blowing an 11-point lead. Compounding this tragedy was the fact that due to a catastrophic error at the box office, I was seated next to Prof. Serr, whom I am debating Monday night at 7 pm. For those of you concerned that only I have been engaging in trash talk, be assured that Prof. Serr has been getting in his share. During the course of the game, he referred to me as the following:
"The Demonic Pygmy"
"Toffee-Breathed Harp Aficionado"
"Damp-Haired Cigar-Smoking Brie-Eating Mutant"
"The Ronco Chop-O-Matic"
"Mike Gravel-Resistant Philistine"
"Spamo-Fascist"
"The Artist Formerly Known as the Demonic Pygmy"

There were more as well, not suited for a family blog such as this one. Until the third quarter, when he was removed by arena officials (it took seven such officers to physically cause him to move), it was quite unpleasant.

One positive fact became obvious, however: Prof. Serr apparently has not discovered how to access the internet (or "internest" as he calls it). It seems he is flumoxed by the I/O switch since, as he put it, both "on" and "off" start with "O."