In the shower this morning I was reflecting that the temp agencies haven’t called me in ages, and wondering what I ought to do. And I thought, if they’d just tell me “Go away already, you’re a fuckup and we’re never going to use you,” at least I could forget about them. And then I thought, the same goes for life in general. If an angel were to appear and say, “You already know you’re never going to get laid again, right? Well, you’re also never going to hold a job for more than a day,” that would simplify things enormously. For me anyhow.
Eighties Trivia – without looking, I’m sure of the answers to 27 of the 106 questions. It might help if I had watched television.
PermagrinGirl, whom I just found by way of Clayton Cramer, gets off a zinger:
I’m still wondering, though, if it’s always ‘blackface’ to dress up as a black person, even if you’re costumed as an actual person (like Venus Williams), does this mean that we have to institute racial segregation in Halloween costumes? [ . . . ] I thought people who counseled you to ‘stick to your own kind’ were considered racist.
Dad rang from Raleigh this evening to report that he is among half a million who found themselves in the dark after an ice-storm. He says the cats seem most disturbed by the quiet: no television, no whirring computers, no humming fridge . . . .
Best wishes to those of you who can’t read this just now.
A correspondent asks:
Anyone else starting to wonder if the IAO isn’t a sacrificial Day-Glo “rabbit” intended to draw eyes away from the real danger buried somewhere in, say, the Department of Agriculture?
Vicki Rosenzweig, one of those who first got me thinking about starting a weblog, relays a couple of science treats:
Fresh evidence of ‘eclipse wind’.
Chaotic orbits of shepherd moons. (The rotation of Hyperion was already known to be chaotic, but Pandora and Prometheus are the first bodies seen to have chaotic revolution.)