How mushy is my brain?
Well, now that I’m writing this out, maybe that’s the wrong way to put it. It could be that having a mushed brain has lowered my defenses and crushed my pre-conceived notions.
Or maybe it just goes to show how dense I normally am.
What brings this on?
The realization today on seeing a postage stamp with a female Disney villain that Cruella De Vil’s last name is “d’evil,” or in my case apparently, “duh! E-V-I-L!”
For what it’s worth, I always got the “Cruella” part.
All it took was the 1956 novel, the 1961 first Disney film version, three kids and god alone knows how many viewings later, so that those two long separated and lonely neurons in my skull could finally connect.
Two weeks (and a few hours) out from the total solar eclipse.
Looking at the (almost) full moon tonight, having seen it coming out of new moon as the thinnest of crescents at sunset twelve days ago (too close to the sun to be seen in the two days before that), knowing that it’s on its inevitable course to that bull’s eye in the sky on the afternoon of August 21st.
It’s awe inspiring, in the most literal sense of the word.
Filed under Astronomy, Paul
At least, I think it’s August 5th…
Sorry about the sort of downer post yesterday. It’s been a long stretch. Y’all have been good so I won’t tell you about the nightmare that woke me up this morning…
On a related but hopefully more upbeat (or at least bizarre and/or whimsical) note, do those folks who find themselves in highly unusual and inexplicable circumstances in old “Twilight Zone” episodes hear Rod Serling doing his voice overs? I would think that would be a sign that something’s up and the rules have shifted without everyone getting a copy.
More to the point, if by “those folks” I mean “us,” is anyone hearing Rod in their head?
You would think that after being awoken from a sound sleep by the sound of the gurgling toilet filling up and threatening to overflow, forcing you to jump naked out of your nice warm bed and grab the plunger to avert a disaster, you would think that the day had get better from there. Right?
You would be wrong.
Bring on the weekend. Or, as I referred to it earlier, “Same shit, different non-profit!”
Trying to maintain a positive outlook and a sharp wit…
Let anyone who disagrees with me in my incarnation as Grumpy Old Man In Training learn to live with the fact that they’re wrong.