CSotD: Humpday Come On A Tuesday This Week
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I’m down at church checking IDs to make sure no furriners attempt to vote on our school budget or city council races. I’ll let you know tomorrow if ICE shows up, unless they showed up for me.
The human body is an odd thing, though I’m not sure it’s as odd as Arlo thinks it is. I got up an hour early so I could work on this and still get to the polls on time, which — since time just changed yesterday — means I got up at my regular time and so why do I feel dragged out?
But for some reason, it’s not the day after an all-nighter or other disruption that it all hits but the day after that, and, in this case, even if it doesn’t.
My boys used to regularly fly to the UK and back when their mother lived there, and there was one way it bothered them and one way it didn’t, but since it wasn’t me flying, I could never remember which was which. But going on and off Daylight Saving Time seems to bother everyone every time, each way.
Or possibly we just like complaining.
Whistler may have been onto something.
I’ve had brains and my only negative about them is that they were bland, so that Consuela adding onion might be an improvement. I looked up mullein on Web MD and it says “There isn’t enough reliable information to know if mullein leaf, flower, or root are safe or what the side effects might be. Mullein seeds are possibly unsafe. They might be toxic.” Elsewhere it said that it’s a traditional remedy for lung ailments.
Seems to me that if you have brains, you wouldn’t want extra servings of mullein, but perhaps I’d breathe easier if I did. I do know that I was always the kid who wanted to try weird things, which I was just thinking of because they had frogs legs at the grocery store yesterday, but they were expensive for something that I recall really does taste like chicken. Brains are more like tofu.
Have a whisky. You’re sure to like that.
I hate those tips that say “You’re doing such-and-such wrong,” because, first of all, you don’t know how I’m doing it and, second, see Whistler, above. “Wrong” is judgmental. And, BTW, it’s a “tip,” not a “hack.” Hacks are where hairballs come from.
In any case, a banana has two ends and the stem end is generally a harder place to start peeling it. If you squeeze the other end of a ripe banana slightly, the skin will split and you’ll find it easy to peel. Also, you’ll wind up with the stem in the middle of the empty peel, just like in the cartoons when someone is about to slip and fall on it.
This is as political as I plan to get today, but Wiley is right that certain trends do tend to get out of hand and we might be better off in anarchy than in over-regulation.
And it is, indeed, our own fault. I saw one headline that said Dear Leader was going to refuse to sign any laws unless Congress passed the SAVE act, and then a headline elsewhere that said he was planning to frustrate Republican legislation just before the midterms by not signing their bills into law. Same plan, just two different ways of phrasing it.
Sort of as if one paper launched a battle against jaywalking while their rival began publicizing times when non-citizens were run down within crosswalks without mentioning how often citizens meet the same fate.
Goris turns from political cartooning to gags with this look at a girl I wish I’d known back when I was a young man trying to sort his way through the world. I know that girls grow up faster than boys do, but there sure seemed a lot of young women washing their hair in my first bachelorhood.
By the time I entered my second round at 34, they had become much better at saying things like this and not wasting both our times. I definitely preferred my second bachelorhood.
Juxtaposition of the Day
I understand people not wanting to be upset by the news, but tuning it out doesn’t stop it from happening. It reminds me of the joke in which someone says a twisting mountain road scares them and the driver replies “Just do what I do: Keep your eyes closed.”
On the other hand, like Rat, I guess I find reality plenty frightening without having to go to scary movies to make it seem moreso. It’s not that I think they’re too scary. I just don’t see the appeal. Scary ideas, yes: Marat/Sade or Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf? are a good kind of scary. But knives and blood don’t do it for me.
Well, that may possibly be it. Out of the mouths of babes.
I’m glad to see Tank McNamara take on the betting industry, which is like the heroin industry except that it’s legal. It didn’t used to be, but it’s like the old folktale of the camel who is allowed to put his nose under the tent flap on a cold night, and then his ears and so on until he’s fully inside and his owner has been forced out into the cold. We began with state lotteries and Warren Beatty in Las Vegas and now we’ve got on-line proposition betting and Kevin Hart everywhere.
It’s apparently quite addictive for those who care for it at all. Watching someone drop $30 or $40 in scratch-off tickets and start scratching them off right there in the store seems weird, but poker and craps induce a competitive spark that is understandable, if self-destructive. We might as well legalize heroin, and there are those who think we should.
Here’s a bit of trivia: Bugsy Siegel named his casino the Flamingo in homage to his girlfriend, Virginia Hill, who had, among her charms, a pair of long legs. I don’t think that Manfred Mann knew her, but here’s an appropriate song anyway:
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