An open letter to the guy in Paris with the blue suit and the bag of apricots: You aren't better than me just because you have a bag of apricots.

"Wow, you girls killed those cherries!" I yell. And why not yell? No one listens to me anyways. But I guess Lisa did this time.

Service on the plane is great. They have mango juice. My review of Etihad: shitty website, great planes and service.

Student 1: Hey, you know that bald professor? Student 2: The foreigner? Student 1: No, the other one.

He deals out the cards, and the first one is very clearly the Death card. "What does that mean?" I ask, a bit concerned.

"Mommy, Daddy is drunk and bothering Coco." says Lucy. "It's okay Lucy," my wife responds, "It's Coco's job to talk to your father when he is drunk."

" 'Why does a bald man need a brush?' " I accuse him, "It's none of your damned business!"

"Don't look for them." I insist. "How can I talk about graphs if nobody here trusts me? Math is about trust, and you lot got none of it in you."