"Goodness is its own reward."
Yeah, whatever. Nuts to you, fortune cookie writers.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
There are raccoons living in our barn. I've set a live trap with various bait options, and the little bastiges get the bait out without triggering the trap. Time for the bigger guns. Neighbor Rusty has offered to provide what he calls the "kill and release" program. Let's refer to that as Plan B.
Monday, April 27, 2009
The leaves on the trees appeared suddenly while I was trapped indoors over the weekend looking for tax paperwork from 2007. I got an audit request, and I just know I put the paperwork in a place where I wouldn't forget where it was.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
In last night's installment, I was a cop walking through the world's largest Wal*Mart. Somehow, I ended up in a nineteenth-century mad scientist's lab where the mad doctor was in the middle of an operation to remove the hands of an unwilling patient. Then the dream fast-forwarded to several weeks later when the patient was learning to hold playing cards in his wooden prosthetic.
I give my dream a Nighttime Dreamy nomination for costume design, set design, and casting, but not so much for screenplay.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Yesterday, a front or something came through. The sky was sunny and blue above my house, but it was dark and scary about a mile away. People I know who have moved here from sunny California tell me that this is new and scary to them.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
We started watching Knights of Bloodsteel on SciFi. It's about the most disjointed fantasy story I think I've ever seen, and I've watched several seasons of Mystery Science Theater 3000.
So far, four motley adventurers have been knighted by Christopher Lloyd. I think there's something about an ancient evil, but it's kind of hard to tell.
Monday, April 20, 2009
On Saturday, we had dinner at a local pizza joint/sports bar. At the next table, there was a group watching the teevee and drinking copious quantities of beer. It was kind of entertaining to watch them become increasingly inebriated and decreasingly articulate.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Here are two more pictures of a foggy day at the homestead. These were taken yesterday. I ended up taking Son to school, because he had some projects to take. He was excited about how foggy it was. I told him that it's not so much excitement to be had when driving in it.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
In the Funny Farm game I mentioned a week or so ago, one of the words was "straitjacket." You sometimes see straitjackets on teevee or the movies, and I started to wonder where one would find one for sale. They have to come from somewhere.
After searching for a few minutes on the GOOG, I ended up at a web site which has a name that makes me laugh - Discount Handcuff Warehouse.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
All of these issues with the Somali pirates are another issue President Obama and his administration have to face while dealing with everything else that's going on. I have the solution, though.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I caught this post over at Stress Management and Other Things, which brought back the dream I had last night.
In the dream, I was working with two kids who were playing catch. They were both about 8 years old. The one closest to me could not catch the ball at all, and his glove was on backwards. I approached him and realized that he was in great need of help due to some profound developmental delays. I helped him put his glove on, and when he finally got all of his fingers in the right spots in the glove, the sense of accomplishment that radiated from him just made me all verklempt.
Not to fear, dream fans, it got weird after that. A large pod burst open, and someone resembling Eddie Murphy's Nutty Professor came out of the pod, commenting on everything that was going on in a Professor Frink kind of way. And there was something going on outside the window with a bunch of rabbits.
Now that Vermont has legislated same-sex marriage, some of the same people that shouted "JUDICIAL ACTIVISM" when Iowa's Supreme Court overturned their ban on same-sex marriage will start crying for the Vermont supreme court to overturn this new law.
I wonder which drug company created a vaccine for irony, or is it natural immunity?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I dreamed I was on a business trip with some colleagues. We were in a large city that had wide-open boulevards. For some reason, our car kept riding past bicycles with multiple people on them. Each time we'd pass by a bicycle, someone would fall off of it, and the others wouldn't seem to care.
Then we drove past the world's largest drag bar, and more people kept falling off bicycles. Weird.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I took Son to the doctor last week, because he had symptoms that sounded vaguely like strep throat and other symptoms that looked vaguely like impetigo, both of which he has had before, and both of which have recently been seen at his school.
When we walked into the office, I read the names on the door, and Doctor Bane is no longer practicing at my favorite medical facility. Hooray!
Just to clear up the loose ends, the doctor indicated that Son's illness was just a viral infection of whatever is "going around," and that rest and fluids would do the trick.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Son's eighth grade art class had a painting project. He painted this on canvas. His muse was Eggbert Terwilliger, who proposed a similar Halloween costume last year. At Son's birthday party, we could only think of two of the nine muses - Terpsichore and Calliope - when the subject came up.
I have this hanging in my office. For those of you in academia, non-profit organizations, or public sector positions, please replace "401k" with "403b" or "457" as appropriate.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
On the radio this morning, I heard a report on worries that a state prison in Midwest State is seeing signs that there might be a riot in the near future. A prison spokesperson said that she saw signs of food hoarding, which could mean that prisoners were preparing for a standoff, but that there were no other signs of a pending resurrection.
I am inclined to agree.
Several weeks ago, we went to see Michael Shermer speak at Large State University in Capital City. He spoke some about his usual topic, and the title of his book, Why People Believe Weird Things. The lecture was held in a room where I believe I may have had a physics or chemistry class way back when I was a college lad. Hard to say, though, human memory being what it is. One of my "really nice people that I'm proud to call friend, even though we see each other in meatspace about once every nine months on average" friends was in charge of babysitting Dr. Shermer whilst he was on campus, and although I saw Professor Friend from across the room at the lecture, the crowd dynamics didn't let me get to chat with her.
On Tuesday night, I had a dream that I was supposed to go to another lecture in this series, so I got on my bicycle and headed there. I had a street address in my dream for a street that doesn't exist on the campus of Large State University in real life, so I had to rely on a crudely-drawn map to get there.
The map took me over the river and through the wood all over the campus. At one point, I rode my bike through a flock of pigeons and almost collided with an old friend who was taking very close up pictures of the tags on peoples' shirts. Soon after that, I rode my bike through the large main university library, à la Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
After riding through the library, I was delayed by some road construction. Two machines, each about the size of a cathedral, were moving concrete road blockades to "help" with the flow of traffic. I managed to get past them, and finally arrived at the lecture hall, where I saw Professor Friend.
Then I woke up.
Later that day, I checked my e-mail, and by strangest of coincidences, I found out that there was another lecture in that series scheduled for that night. Then my phone rang, and Son's school nurse advised me that Son was feeling ill at school. So, although I would have liked to attend the lecture, I would have had a difficult time getting there, [cue spooky music] JUST LIKE IN MY DREAM! I sent Professor Friend an e-mail to ask if she planned to be there, and she replied that she was vacillating, but leaning toward not attending.
The kicker is that the seemingly precognitive nature of the dream flies in the face of the subject matter.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Dear Looky-Lous from a Few Weeks Ago,
While I appreciate that none of you actually crashed, I would like to point out a couple of important things.
- The box truck that had been on fire was out by the time you got near it.
- It was pulled over well off to the side.
- It was on the other side of the divided highway going the other way, until it caught on fire.
- You do not know the driver.
- Even if you do, you can't get across the road to help.
- That's not even accounting for the fact that if you could, you would NOT be better at helping than the first responders.
- And it's not your stuff that caught on fire.
- So it's really not your concern.