Archive for November, 2019

But It Just Doesn’t Feel Like A Holiday Topic To Me

November 29, 2019

I should probably follow up on what I said yesterday, and after I’ve thought about it some more, I probably will.

It’s Actually Kind Of Strange

November 28, 2019

This started as a potential throwaway joke in honor of the day, but the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t escape the thought:

Why is it the things I’m most thankful for in life are also the things I’m least encouraged to talk about socially?

She Actually Swore At Me For That One, So I Know She Appreciated It

November 27, 2019

To put it simply, L’s Mother likes talking about food, and I prefer eating food to talking about it.  Even so, I do my best to stay engaged when she’s on the topic, and that’s no joke, but the longer the conversation goes on, the more likely it becomes that a joke will be told.

L’s Mother forget this recently, and was completely unprepared when I said, “Speaking of tempeh, the other day I read that someone is trying to create a tempeh-derived milk substitute.  They’ve had a promising start, but it may be years before they get a viable final product.”

“Really?” L’s Mother asked me.

“Yes, really,” I assured her.  “It could happen someday, but right now it’s a long, long way to tempeh-dairy.”

Since I Couldn’t Find A Production Near Me, I Decided I’d Better Trim

November 26, 2019

Me:  (thinking to myself)  I may have gone a little too long since I last trimmed my beard.

Me:  (after contimplating my reflection in the mirror for a few moments)  It’s fine so long as I’m planning to audtion for the role of Don Quixote in Man of La Mancha.

I Think I Deserved It

November 25, 2019

1st Cup Thought:  I’ll just have one cup of coffee this morning.

2nd Cup Thought:  Since apparently I didn’t see the bug in the coffee pot, now that Lala has made a fresh pot, I shall now have one bug-free cup of coffee this morning!

The Horror! The Horror!

November 22, 2019

Me:  (After some bleak contemplation of the tofu and low-carb beer sitting before me.)  This is somebody’s idea for a new layer of Hell, isn’t it?

Not Just Animal Attacks, Son

November 21, 2019

I’m pretty sure hopelessness is a big killer in animal attacks.

– My son, L. (age 9) (As part of our conversation on the importance of not just giving up in bad situaions.)

I’d Hoped At Least One Of Them Would Say “Wait . . . What?”

November 20, 2019

Last night when I warned Lala and L’s Mother that it was going to get a little cool (relatively speaking) in the “ennui” hours of the morning, it actively bothered me they both instantly knew what I was talking about.

. . . Or More

November 19, 2019

In light of recent events, I have revised my belief that purchasing a single doughnut is irrational, but I’m sorry to say the concept remains imaginary to me at this time.

They had lemon filled.

Well . . . Maybe One

November 18, 2019

In a backhanded way I’m kind of glad I didn’t get the chance to tell this story last week because now there’s more to tell:

Last week my son wanted to go to our local doughnut shop and get a doughnut, and I spent a couple of hours seeing if either his mother or Lala (both on diets) wanted to take him.  I tried playing up the aspect of them getting some coffee while they were there, but to no avail.

As I explained to them, the reason I didn’t want to take him is because I knew that if I went I’d come back with a box of doughnuts that I’d end up eating the bulk of (and I did too) because to me the concept of only getting “one doughnut” from a shop was the perfect example of a number that was both irrational and imaginary.

This week however has given me reason to be grateful to the concept of irrational and imaginary numbers because my son wants to go again this week and I am not eating any doughnuts this week!