CSotD: Humor (in lieu of actual plans)
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Wiley is more of a gadfly than a prescription writer, but he offers an appealing comparison between the muskrats, who have no idea what they’re doing, and a restaurant hiring a chef who can’t cook.
That would be a really good way to drive your own restaurant out of business, which provides a clue as to why the Musk/Putin administration has turned the muskrats loose on our government.
Meanwhile, my political cartoons folder is filling up with cartoons saying a silent protest at the SOTU was bad, but not offering any clue as to what they think anyone should be doing instead.
Like, y’know, getting injunctions ordering Dear Leader to free the money Congress has appropriated. Or campaigning for the midterms.
We’ll hash that out tomorrow. Let’s have some laughs, instead.
Juxtaposition of Well Actually
The joke in Deflocked is that Mamet is blaming the calendar for his inability to get his act together, which is not about how many days there are in the year but how he wastes 24 hours, which has nothing to do with the calendar.
But even if it were, his gripe is not with Caesar. The Julian calendar screwed up everybody’s planning, but he’s never lived under it. He should sue Pope Gregory or maybe Copernicus.
Incidentally, I learned in math class that if the teacher says you can tell the time between an AD and a BC date on a timeline, you should not point out that there was no Year Zero, because it will simply piss her off.
And for gawdsake don’t bring up the somewhat arbitrary way in which Dionysius Exiguus determined when Christ was born, or the confusion when everyone but Ethiopia switched from the Julian to Gregorian calendar.
Ethiopia is on the Geez calendar, which doesn’t mean what it sounds like, but the name works for me.
As for Balto, he is perhaps more heroic than Rinty, but I would have chosen Lassie as the comparison, because Rin Tin Tin was in the trenches in World War I and, while he didn’t serve as a combat dog, he got blowed up real good as a puppy.
Balto did a good job in delivering vaccines to Nome, but he was only one of a team of dogs which was only one of several teams of dogs that made the run.
Both Rinty and Balto were hyped beyond their actual achievements, and, even if they weren’t, it’s a fool’s game to try to rank “heroes,” canine or human.
Plus, at the moment, it is not politically correct to approve of vaccines or of veterans.
And BTW, today’s Other Coast reminds me of a giant schnauzer I knew some years ago who was adopted because she’d flunked out of police dog academy, apparently towards the end of her training, because she was a very well-behaved dog. I’ve also heard that Seeing-Eye dogs who flunk out make terrific, well-trained pets.
I had an unintentional flashback reading today’s Edison Lee, because back in the 70s, they began selling a combination of ground beef and soy, which was cheaper than pure ground beef. I forget what they called it, but my memory is that it made mediocre burgers but was great for meatloaf because the soy made a good, more nutritious substitute for bread crumbs.
Of course, now we’ve got ground not-beef, made entirely from plants, and it costs more but saves the planet.
I kinda miss the stuff that saved money and only half-saved the planet.
Another flashback, this one more recent. About a decade ago, I went on a tear over selfies and put together some examples of selfies that thank god we never saw, featuring photographers who had the sense not to block the view:
Some classic photographs would have been ruined if the photographers had insisted in putting their big fat faces front-and-center.
At least they didn’t make duck-lips and hang-loose signs.
Dept of Continuing Storylines
Maeve’s beau is coming to Canada from France with his ex, since they’re visiting their daughter. It brings up a couple of factors from my second bachelorhood:
One is that I found it crucial to date women with kids, because I was devoted to mine but didn’t want more. If she didn’t have kids but wanted one, we’d have a problem, while, if she didn’t, we’d have a bigger problem.
Maeve better be ready to embrace Benoit’s whole family.
The other potential complication is that I really liked my girlfriends’ exes. It makes sense that I’d have a lot in common with someone who had been attracted to the same person I was attracted to, but I wonder if Maeve is prepared to gain a new pal?
Love is lovelier the second time around, but it comes with some sparkling new constellations.
The ongoing saga in Crabgrass continues to be weird in a very good way. Miles and his sister, back in our universe, have begun to figure out why the person appearing to be Kevin is so strange: They’ve found another kid who went over the bar and was swapped with someone from a parallel universe.
You should start at the beginning. I’m not a sci fi/fantasy fan, and I think this is awesome.
Also continuing to get a kick out of Betty and the discussion of tats. I understand tats of your significant other’s name, though it leads to issues if someone becomes insignificant, but the photo tats and memorials are beyond my ken.
I had a boss who stripped down to shorts and sandals for a Fourth of July barbecue, which revealed just how boring it must be to do time, because he was covered in prison tats.
The guy owned his past and good for him. I suppose that’s why he had tats and I had a refrigerator covered in pictures.
There’s been some talk hereabouts concerning our ads, and we do need the income to keep going, but we’re working on a solution, so stay tuned.
Hope you can tell the real ads from Ruben Bolling’s takes on the subject.
Now, speaking of my refrigerator door:
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