November 9th, 2005



I get terribly thirsty when the furnace is going. The dessicated air sucks every drop of moisture from my body. Without constant hydration, I would soon be a husk. It wasn't so bad last night, when the mere coolness allowed me to leave the window open a bit, and the rain kept the air moist, but tonight there is a chill, dry north wind blowing, so the outdoors is almost as near parched as the indoors. If I had an extra bottle of beer, I'd be downing it now. Instead, I'm going through a glass of water every twenty minutes or so.

Thus far, I've not seen any fireballs. The cold prevents me from staying out as long as I'd like, so that reduces my chances of spotting one. Taurid meteors are infrequent, and typically not apt to show up more often than once every few hours, and they usually remain visible for only a few seconds before burning out. The odds are poor.

I've often wondered about the reasons for Popeye's attraction to the scrawny, boyish Olive Oyl, and his ongoing violent relationship with Bluto, which consists primarily of fights in the midst of which Popeye will squeeze a cylindrical container so tightly that its top will pop off, causing its viscous contents to shoot into his mouth to be swallowed in one great gulp, with the result that he immediately becomes dominant. Perhaps these behaviors are illuminated to some small extent by an event earlier in his life, which I have recently discovered:

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Adding to the Mass

What's the deal with Wednesdays around here? Not only does everybody post, they post multiple entries, and long entries, and they ask questions! How am I expected to keep up? This is supposed to be Hump Day! Why is everybody posting instead of humping? Or did everybody hump early, and find themselves energized by the experience? I didn't even wake up until afternoon, so I'm at a disadvantage.

Anyway. The Korzybski meme (copy and paste a quote before all the good ones are gone):
"If a psychiatric and scientific enquiry were to be made upon our rulers, mankind would be appalled at the disclosures."
I'll add that I'm not entirely happy about the effects of Korzybski's ideas. It's my considered belief that an awful lot of those folk most influenced by him were (past tense of the verb "to be") lunatics. He does give good quote, though.

Today had the misfortune of dawning bright and cheery, on the heels of several delightfully gloomy days. I squinted every time I went out, and sneezed, too. The woodpeckers probably enjoyed the day more than I did. Also, I have leaves to rake, and I don't feel like raking leaves. I'm sure I'll feel better when the accustomed November dreariness returns, but for now, all that sunshine has put me in a surly mood. Now, more tea, and a shower to remind me of the late rains.