It’s An Evolving Idea

The more I watch the dynamics of political success, the more I’m tempted to propose a theory of sociology called the “survival of the git-est.”

I’m Hoping This Spares Me From Further Questions For A While

“If you could have lunch with any one person in the entire world, who would it be?” I was asked this morning.

Now . . . friends and neighbors, there’s a time and a place for questions like that, but early in the morning and out of the blue is neither the time nor the place with me.

“Any one person, living or dead?” I asked for clarification.

“Yes,” I was told.

“I pick the living one then,” I replied.

Contemplations While Standing At My Front Window This Morning

That is a LOT of water out there. No harm done here that I can see, but they were NOT kidding about the flood warnings telling people to stay at home! You’d have to be an IDIOT to even think about . . .

*watches a privately owned vehicle forcing it’s way down the flooded street*

This is why we as a species can’t have nice things.

This Will Make More Sense To You Later, Son

The other day my son with gifted with a toy drone that zips around the house. It’s fun while it lasts, but it takes about 40 minutes of charging to get around 5 to 8 minutes of play.

My son calls it Drone 6000; *I* call it a dating simulator.

But I Doubt They Will

With yesterday’s ban on cynicism no longer in effect, let me just say while the results could still go either way that I hope the losers in this election actually learn something from their loss, especially if the real losers end up being the country as a whole.

And You Can Write Your Own Pelvic Thrust Joke

(I suspect I’m going to regret making this joke, but . . . what the hell.)

While I get the idea behind covering “Time Warp” as a way to encourage people to vote “a jump to the left,” I know a lot of people who don’t have a problem with voting a jump to the left. Their concern is the step to the right that immediately follows.

And The Less Reason There Is In A Political Race, The More Reason It’s Never Called That

I’ve heard voting called both a right and a duty, but I’ve never heard it called a pleasure.

There’s a reason for that.

Well I Would!

The other night L’s Mother was telling me how she was behind on her vitamin supplements, and that she didn’t want to take them all at once, so she was going to take her thiamine now, and “B12” tomorrow.

“That’s going to make our plans for tomorrow night more than a little awkward,” I told her.

She looked at me quizzically.

“If you’re going to be twelve tomorrow, I’m going to have to cancel,” I explained.

“Ramesses SMASH!”

While it turns out that I already knew that the mummy of Ramesses II was taken to Paris at one point for some restoration work, today I learned that to kill a variety of fungi that had taken up residence, they actually bombarded the ancient preserved corpse with gamma radiation to sterilize it.

Why has nobody made a comic book out of this yet?

It Just Would Have Confused Things Too Much

It literally hasn’t been mentioned in years, but today the fact that L’s Mother didn’t take my name when we got married came up obliquely in conversation, and it got me thinking.

I remember some people wondering if that bothered me, and it didn’t then, and it doesn’t now. I’m actually grateful she didn’t take my name because can you imagine how awful it would to be to hear someone call out “Robert!” and neither of us knowing if they were to talking to me or her?