Good Intentions Paving Company
Go Long
Soft as Chalk
I can’t wait for the new album to come out. I am counting the days!
It’s supposed to get down to 3F tonight. This is not typical December weather for this area. We usually don’t get serious cold until January, and even then, not repeatedly or for long stretches.
On the bright side, the colder weather is partially due to the fact that the sky is clearing. The Geminids are peaking tonight, so if it’s clear enough, I’m hoping to see some meteors. They should be visible anywhere with a clear sky, so if you’re outside tonight or early tomorrow morning, LOOK UP!
And, of course, I can’t think of meteor showers without thinking of this song (the audio and video quality are quite good, for an audience recording).
The meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
The sad part is that there are people out there who really are that clueless.
In other news, I ran out of dish soap and needed to wash a few dishes, but didn’t want to go to the store. So, I used plain old bar soap, sudsing it up with a scrubby sponge, and it worked GREAT. Who knew?!
Not much of a trick, but throwing food at the old dog might help keep her eye-mouth coordination honed. If nothing else, it’s entertaining for mememememememe, and that’s what matters. She’s used to catching popcorn, which has a longer hang time, so her average with bread balls is not quite as good.
When the End Times come, everyone but Kirk Cameron and his banana will be stuck here on Earth.
If you find you’ve misplaced your corkscrew in the ensuing chaos, not to worry! All you need to open a bottle of wine–and those of us Left Behind will surely be requirous of an adult beverage–is a shoe.
I was eating wasabi peas last night, and Harriet asked for one, so I let her try them. I figured she’d spit it out, which she did, with wrinkled nose and lips. And then she picked it up again. And then she spit it out again. And then she picked it up again and ate it. I gave her another one, and she repeated the whole song and dance a second time. Then a third time.
Today, she’s down to just spitting them out once or twice, but she’s still eating them. Weirdo.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but is it not a pretty well established fact that car insurance companies charge more to insure young men than they do young women? And presumably, that discrepancy is because young males are not as safe drivers as girls? So why the fuck is Allstate making fun of young female drivers? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way. I know why, and it’s kind of infuriating.
The wind begun to rock the grass
Emily Dickinson
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,—
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree.