Category Archives: Nothing to do with Lizzie


Prometheus Dimetri Musselman

Prometheus Dimetrii Musselman

My grandson around Easter time at 16 months old.

Here’s a video when he was 13 months.  He is now 17 months old.


Leave a comment

Posted by on May 12, 2012 in Nothing to do with Lizzie



Giving my grandson a magic carpet ride.

My grandson: Prometheus Dimitri Musselman (yes, you read that right).

He was born December 16, 2010

I’m working on putting together “bundled” packages of Lizzie and Fall River collectibles – all at rock bottom prices.  So stay tuned.  Meanwhile check out some stuff on my Facebook page.


Leave a comment

Posted by on January 24, 2012 in Nothing to do with Lizzie



The following blog entry has nothing to do with Lizzie (hmmm?). ***********************************************************************
The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so “profound” that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.

Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.

Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, “it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you”, and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct…leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting “Oh my God.”



The Sound

I love a good adventure.  Or stumbling across a really funny joke like this one – a recycled post from 2008:

A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery.

He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”

The Monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fixes his car.

As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound not like anything he’s ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn’t sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such a seductive sound.

The next morning, he asks the Monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a Monk.”

Distraught, the man is forced to leave. Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again.

The Monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a Monk.”

The man says, “If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a Monk, then please, make me a Monk.”

The Monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a Monk.”

The man sets about his task.. After years of searching he returns as a gray-haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery.

A Monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the Monks.

“In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception.”

The Monks reply, “Congratulations. You have become a Monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound.” The Monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is beyond that door.”

The Monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond.

Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The Monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.”

The man is apprehensive to no end. His life’s wish is behind that door! With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound……





But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a Monk………………………………..


Tags: ,

Bobbaloo Baby! (Nothing to do with Lizzie Borden)

Presenting my grandson, Prometheus Dimetri Musselman at 8-1/2 months performing his first spontaneous concert.  His second, last month, sold out at Carnegie Hall.  😉

(He’s almost 11 months old now.)


He was 12 pound, 22 inches when born 12/16/2011!

Here he is at 10-1/2 months.

"I am loved!" shown here with daddy and mommy (Amy)

I’m still in Kona, Hawaii (been here for a month).  Had a nice visit with my son, Josh, “PD’s” daddy.   🙂

Leave a comment

Posted by on November 14, 2011 in Nothing to do with Lizzie


Albert Einstein – Marilyn Monroe

In the category of: “Nothing to do with Lizzie Borden”, I give you this:


When you look at this picture you see it’s Albert Einstein..
But if you stand 15 feet away it will become Marilyn Monroe.. Now what do you think of the reliability of eyewitness testimony?

1 Comment

Posted by on September 29, 2011 in Nothing to do with Lizzie


Tags: , ,

Stefani Koorey ousted in Fall River Mayoral Primary

UPDATE: Koorey’s response to her loss. Why am I not surprised?

She came in 4th out of 6 candidates, getting only 252 votes according to this article in the Fall River Herald News.

She ran a very negative campaign with relentless bashing of the incumbant Mayor Flanagan, an obvious turn-off to the voters.  In the debates, she was described as “shrill” and “clod-like”.

Still without a job after nearly 4 years in Fall River (why doesn’t anyone want to hire her?), and now that the election is over, you would think she’ll have time now to produce those 3 remaining Hatchet magazines which she promised.  You’d think.  I think she will go back to attending all the FROED (Fall River Office of Economic Development) meetings, and other council meetings being the acerbic, agitating activist for which she is known in that town.  She will remain outside the tent, pissing in.  It gets her name in the paper and she likes that.

For my readers who may be thinking: “Wow, Faye is sure harsh about Stefani Koorey.”  You bet.  I have reasons, the least of which is her filing a false police report naming me as the suspect when her car got scratched, simply because I was in Fall River at the time.

Well, what goes around, comes around.  But the voters of Fall River have spoken and they seem to say THEY DON’T LIKE HER EITHER.


Posted by on September 13, 2011 in Nothing to do with Lizzie


Tags: , ,