For many years, I have played a silly little joke for no good reason other than the amusement that I only receive in my imagination.

It goes like this: if I am in a room with a dry erase board, I like to write AVOID THE BOLLINGER EFFECT on the board before leaving. My unrequited amusement is imagining the people coming into the room later, reading the “Bollinger Effect” caution on the board and wondering what it means.
“‘Avoid the Bollinger effect’– what’s that?”
“I dunno. Probably some new corporate initiative.”
“Yeah, sounds about right.”
“Who’s Bollinger?”
“Got me. Any idea what the ‘effect’ is?”
“How am I supposed to know? I get like 140 e-mails a day– I’m not about to read all of them word-for-word…”
“O.K., I get it, you’re busy. I’m busy, too. But if we see the effect, we’d better avoid it.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m all about avoiding the Bollinger Effect.”
And so on.

Well, mid-way through my hospital stay I decided to write AVOID BOLLINGER EFFECT on the dry erase board in my room. Why?

Boredom? Silliness? A bad case of the smart ass?

Your diagnosis, doctor. Writing it did make me feel better, though.