This May Be Too Obscure (And Tacky) To Actually Be Funny, But It’s What I’ve Got For Today

July 24, 2017

Today I found a dead crumpet stuffed into the back of my refrigerator.  Fortunately for me, it was just a piece of bread because I am neither British nor a comic book character.

Still Weird After All These Years

July 21, 2017

This bit of news just made me smile:

Experts who exhumed the body of Salvador Dalí to collect samples for use in a paternity claim have revealed that the enigmatic artist’s trademark moustache still graces his face almost three decades after he died.

The Case Just Keeps Getting Stronger

July 20, 2017

After yesterday’s post about “outrage fetishes,” the word “Hybristophilia” was pointed out to me.  As I told the person who did the pointing out, strictly speaking I was talking about a fetish for outrage itself, not a partner who has committed an outrage, but otherwise . . . yeah, something like that.

Somehow it doesn’t surprise me there’s a term for it.

Maybe It Is

July 19, 2017

Today I realized that many people’s behavior becomes easily explainable if one presumes that “outrage fetish” is an actual thing . . .

Um . . . Phrasing!

July 18, 2017

Pokémon Go continues to be a thing around here, so occasionally I find myself being roped into Pokémon hunts.  I’m still okay with this, but some hunts go better than others, of course.

Recently a special Pikachu, one wearing Ash‘s hat, showed up on sightings while we were out, and off we went in search.  The hunt . . . did not go well at first, and both L. and his mother were getting frustrated, until finally L’s Mother exclaimed, “Where is that Ash hat Pikachu?!”

My Morning Conversation (Take Two Thanks To A 404 Error)

July 17, 2017

L’s Mother:  We should do something fun tonight!

Me:  Okay.  Sounds good to me.

L’s Mother:  Because it’s 7/17/17!

Me:  Of course.

L’s Mother:  I know it’s a made-up holiday, but it’s special to me.

Me:  I know.

L’s Mother:  Oh, and we should be sure to eat at 7:17!

Me:  Too far.

I Didn’t Even Know That Was Possible

July 14, 2017

. . .

I think I talked so much last night that I ran out of things to say even though it’s the next day . . .

I’m Not Sure What I Think About This Yet

July 13, 2017

Yesterday I found out I’m the kind of person who can anonymously do something nice for someone, but will immediately admit it was me as soon as that person asks who did it.

It’s Making A Difference

July 12, 2017

If my dog has any sense of vanity, I am as indifferent to that as I am to the idea that my dog needs to look particularly well-groomed.

With that said, however, I have started brushing her a bit daily purely as a matter of self-defense for my furniture and my clothing.

A Rude Awakening

July 11, 2017

My thoughts yesterday: 

I wonder how effective that Shiatsu massager L’s Mother ordered really is?  Guess I’ll have to try it to find out . . . 

My thoughts upon awakening this morning:  

Holy Shiatsu, that hurts!