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Discussions and NonsenseOne of the things about the coming month is that it is the darkest month of the year in the northern hemisphere. I enjoy the festival of the returning sun but there are still three weeks to go before that glorious festival. I have a plan to hasten the return of the sun: blood sacrifice.
Yesterday, my sweetie and I had a clandestine lunch meeting. We went to see a charming man speak about interesting things. I’ve seen him speak several times before. This time he was much less depressing than he usually is.
I have for the last while put the things that I think are most entertaining here instead of on any other site. This morning, as I was having my first cup of coffee, I wrote an article that I think is destined to be a classic representative of the sort of material that I write. I do often think that immediately after writing an article and I’m often wrong. But, so far, the reactions are pretty positive so I decided to display it here too. Here’s what I put up on the other place. Read the rest of this entry »
I am having adventures elsewhere today. Since it is post every day month and I post every day anyway (unless I’m not posting every day which I’ve vowed to do come December), I’m posting a slightly altered version of something I posted before.
There’s a saying that some people use to indicate that a person might be in a bit less than the best of all possible moods. The saying is ‘that time of the month’. The saying is a euphemism. The thing euphemized doesn’t apply to me anywhere near as clearly as it does to some other people. There is a related saying that applies to me. I’ve used that as the title of this post. OK. I’ll admit it. It isn’t really said very often and certainly not in the sense that I’m meaning it to be said. Whatever!Since it is that time of the year for me now, I’m going on a rant. Bathroom renovation! Now? Yeah. I understand that only the hot water worked in the bathtub. I understand how that was a problem. I understand the whole toilet situation was a problem too. I’m not saying I didn’t want it done. I’m not saying she made an unwise decision to do it now. In fact, from an entirely logical point of view, now is better time than any other time.
The humans say things that I don’t understand. I’m used to that. It has a whole lot to do with using words that I don’t understand.
I think of cars as intrinsically evil. Part of this is because they are evil. There are other factors though. The main one is that whenever I’m passenger in a car, I am whelmed and sometimes even overwhelmed by a feeling of nausea. When I was little, I dealt with this feeling by vomiting. Daddy dealt with my vomiting by stopping the car which in turn trained my body that vomiting will change the state of the world for the better: the car would stop. After a while, I realized that vomiting is pretty unpleasant and I could just tell Daddy that I felt sick and the car would stop for a bit.
The latest fashion in coughing is coughing into one’s elbow. At least, this is what my sweetie says. When I cough, I usually do cough into my elbow. I started doing that because it seemed more sensible than coughing on my hands and much less likely to serve the germs that were making me cough. I have something against germs that make me cough. You might say I’m a bit irrational about them. What have they ever done to me? Well, I’ll tell you: they’ve subverted the cellular machinery of my body and made me cough. That’s what. And, it makes me mad enough that I willfully attempt to interfere with their reproduction. So, it seems that I was what’s called an early adopter in this new trend.
My sweetie and I have started our affair. We didn’t communicate properly yesterday. We had planned on going to see a show. We had tickets. All was set in our minds to go to the show and we both knew that was what we were planning. But, we used telepathy instead of speech to tell one another what we were doing all day. I stayed late at work. She stayed late at work. Both of us thought that the other one was going to make supper for the kids. Quite fortunately, the Banana Farmer has returned and thus supper was made for the kids.
Preamble
In a recent discussion with a friend, it came out that my blog is always cheerful. That’s close to an accurate reflection of me. I am mostly cheerful. It isn’t perfect. On occasion, I feel sad. Over last weekend and the beginning of last week, I was feeling a bit sad and yet didn’t express this. I wondered about whether this is simply because I can’t write stuff that sounds sad. In an attempt to see, I’m writing about why I felt sad those few days ago. Of course, I’m in a pretty good mood this morning so it may not come out as sad at all.
