Thursday, January 31, 2019

Needful things.

"The Necessary"

by Frederick Key

When winter hits
And makes us all sad
The freezing cold makes us feel awfully bad
Four little things
Stop us being dead:
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread

Quick! To the store!
We mustn’t be late!
Open at seven, sold out by eight
Those magical things
That save us from dread:
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread

“Four little things
We can’t go without!”
Shoppers pushing their carts will all shout
“Keeping us clean
And even well fed!
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread!”

Gather them up
Through aisles we race
Punch the other guys right in the face
They get in your way
They make you see red!
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread

Don’t dawdle now
It’ll all be your fault
If we get stuck ’cause you had to buy salt
Just focus on
The quartet instead:
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread

Get to the line
You can take the express
You certainly got just ten items or less
Remember the thing
Your ol' mama said:
"Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread!"

Jam in the car
And stomp on the gas
We got what we need and we’re gonna haul ass
Only some tracks
Will show that we fled
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread

Back to the house
And hunker on down
While winter’s wide paintbrush whitens the town
Our stuff is secure
That’s using your head!
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread

The wind it is raging
Pelts us with sleet
Time to snuggle up under the sheet
We’ll ride out the storm all cozy in bed
Toilet paper, milk, eggs, and bread

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Always looking for an edge.

2022, Beijing: After the record-shattering jump of Bobby Jim Hernandez from Amarillo, Texas,
pinto beans are put on the IOC's banned substances list. 

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Characters that killed names.

I was thinking about the unpopularity of certain great names -- like, oh I don't know, Frederick -- and how they often become unpopular because they get linked in the popular consciousness with certain characters. It doesn't even matter if the character is supposed to be a goofball; just the fact that a name becomes famously associated with a character makes it toxic playground fodder. And I ought to know, having been called Flintstone for most of my childhood.

Here are some examples.

Lois -- There is nothing wrong with the name Lois. It's pretty, but not too girly; it's Biblical; and it means "more desirable." And it hasn't been in the top 1,000 names on the Social Security Index of popular baby names in this century. Why? Because every Lois is going to be asked how Superman's doing (hyuk hyuk hyuk). On that note, Clark, popular at one time due to Clark Gable (which is how the character Clark Kent got his first name), has fallen off, but strangely is making a comeback; from #761 in 2000 to #380 in 2017. Doesn't that open up boys to get a beatdown in the schoolyard? ("Guess I got a pocket fulla kryptonite, huh?") I wonder if hipsters have started to name their daughters Clark. (Funny note: Superman's creators were not thinking of the Lewis and Clark expedition when they named Lois and Clark -- just a coincidence, I guess.)

On the topic of superhero first names, I've addressed Bruce before (#431, currently in a long holding pattern).

Homer -- Okay, Homer was never going to be popular again unless there was a big revival of classical learning in this country, which, given the state of modern colleges, is rather somewhat less than impossible. Kids come out dumber than they went in. Even if that were not the case, The Simpsons killed all hope of a Homer revival. Bart and Bartholomew are also not in the top 1,000. (Trivia note: Something about the name Homer seems to attract doughnuts, as in the book Homer Price and two films made of the titular character's adventures with the baked goods. Maybe it's the big O in Homer that does it.)

Bert and Ernie -- And speaking of duos, one doesn't meet many Berts or Ernies around since Sesame Street introduced its iconic Muppet roomies. There are Ernests -- but at #967, barely in the top 1,000 and falling almost every year since 2000. Clearly, there is no longer any importance to being earnest. Albert is hanging in there at #430, but has been dropping steadily since it was #280 in 2001. Not sure whether we can blame the fall of Albert on Bert, as we don't know if that's Bert's full name, and Fat Albert didn't do the name any favors. But Bertram hasn't in the top 1,000 for like, ever. Something's making Bert fail.

Felix and Oscar -- Another outstanding name-killing duo are Felix and Oscar from The Odd Couple, but the further back the movie and the TV show recede in our cultural memory the safer Felix seems to become. It has climbed from #376 in 2000 to #276 in 2017. Oscar's fortunes, perhaps conflated with that of the well-known grouch, have gone in the opposite direction, falling from #122 to #192. I think the reason the name ranks even that high is that there's a lot of love for it still in Hispanic communities.

Spiffy and Fleabag are not in the top 1,000...
Coincidence? 

Archie -- Had to have been killed by Archie Bunker from All in the Family; neither Archie nor Archibald are in the top 1,000 names. There was a time when we had Archies all over the place, but I guess we used them all up, and now they're gone.

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! -- Of all the names from The Brady Bunch, Marsha is the best remembered, which seems to have killed it outright. Marsha Brady was pretty and popular, but the name doesn't rank in the top 1,000, even with the more cultured spelling Marcia. Jan as a girl's name is also not in the top 1,000, by the way, so Jan's revenge is incomplete.

Casper -- I usually think of the villain from The Maltese Falcon first, but the Friendly Ghost is the one that probably still leaps to mind for most people. Others may think of Caspar Weinberger, the late secretary of defense, or a variation of the legendary name for one of the Magi. I will go with the ghost, because Casper (or Caspar) is not in the ranking, and thus a ghost of its former self.

Donald -- Been a long, slow decline for Donald; currently at #488 but at #217 in 2000. Yes, Donald is a little geeky, but Don is cool. Many cool Dons out in pop history. I think Disney's duck has slowly strangled the name. You might as well name your kid Daffy.

Dexter and Hannibal -- Popular culture's favorite psychopathic murderers have not only killed dozens of characters in horrible ways, but they've also killed their names dead. Too bad; Dexter is associated with right-handedness and thus propriety (also dyeing, which is weird); and Hannibal was the general from Carthage who almost destroyed Rome. Good names with a lot of life left in them... but not anymore.

For the record, Frederick is bobbing around at #494. Barney and Wilma, though, aren't in the top 1,000.

To be fair, most of these names are considered dorky now anyway, which is why they were chosen for those characters. It helps make them memorable. Most are boys' names, maybe because boy characters are dorkier than girl characters, or maybe because girls are stealing all the good boy names.

I think eventually Harry (as in Harry Potter) might get the treatment, when the books and movies start to look old-fashioned. Maybe around the time there's a big Bertha revival.

Monday, January 28, 2019

Stop stealing our names!

Freditor's note: The brief essay below was written for my old, defunct blog, in discussion of a matter of national interest -- the constant swiping of boys' names for girls, which immediately and irrevocably turns them into girls' names forever. I thought I had rerun this piece before and wanted to link to it in regard to another topic, and was shocked to see that I had not. Well, here it is, with a little updating. We'll address the other topic on Tuesday.


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I guess it's a class thing. Poor folks seem to like to make up weird names for their children, like Nevaeh ("It's heaven backward!" Which would be...hell?). I can appreciate the idea; every child is precious and unique, so why not a unique name? Etc. Okay, I would not do that, and I am very glad my parents did not do that, but point taken.

The normal names seem to hit the middle class. Johns, Marys, Roberts, Jerrys, Jills, Lauras, Freds (!), Marions, names with a solid track record tend to come from the solid middle class.

Then there are the upper classes--think Park Slope and up. These folks have some odd notions of names. This is nothing new. They like to use last names as first names (Madison, Murphy, ) or places (Brooklyn, London) or ancient Biblical or just out-of-date names (Zeke, Agatha). I guess it works out okay -- if your first name is O'Hara, are you in danger of being picked on by little Methuselah and Throgs Neck? You can all suffer together.

But one thing I object to is the blatant thievery of moms stealing men's names for baby girls. We lost Tracy, Leslie, Lindsay, and Morgan some time ago. We're losing Jordan, Drew, Dylan, Cameron, Brett, Alex, Gray, Ellery, Jesse, Parker, Schuyler, and others now. Many are not stolen by outright theft, but by taking a girl's name and shortening it to the boy's name (like Alex, Bobby, Micky, George, Sam, even Fred!).

Nameberry lists a bunch of unisex names, noting that "Most unisex names lean at least slightly towards one gender or the other". But in fact, once a name has leaned toward the girl side, it's dead as a boy's name. Even in these modern times, no person with any regard for the opinion of anyone else names a boy Sue.

So stop stealing our names! (We still have James, but he may be going fast....) Goodness knows they're stealing everything else from boys. 

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Infamous last words.

A friend of mine pointed out an interesting piece in The Atlantic about what people really say when they're about to die. It's not a "famous last words" piece, although we certainly enjoy those.

So did Callahan -- wonder what his were.

Knowing that we're all going to go sometime, and we only get one shot at our Last Words, I've decided to select what I want to use and commit it to memory. I figure if I work at it hard enough, I'll spew them out even if I'm in a lot of pain or advanced dementia. Here are some I've been toying with. Feel free to add some suggestions in comments; I'm not married to these.

💀 It was... no fun whatsoever.

💀 My only regret is not buying Apple in 2000.

💀 Do an autopsy! Mitt Romney is behind this!

💀 Quick! What's today's date? [After being told] Really? The prophecy is coming true... Saskatchewan will be the only safe place...

💀 The answer is actually forty-three.

💀 Always remember: The only card you need is the Ace of Spades.

💀 I see a golden light... shining gates approaching... and figures like angels... they're saying things ... "Welcome, Fred" ... and "This way to heaven"... and "You'll never have to deal with [name of most annoying nurse] up here."

💀 Tell Patterson he'll have to write his own goddamn books from now on.

💀 Peanut brittle.

💀 You'll all be hearing from my lawyer in the morning.

💀 And that's our show. Good night!

💀 Look there’s this dough see … there’s all this dough, 350 G’s. Do you hear what I'm sayin'? 350G’s! In the park in Rosita, Rosita Big State Park, just south of Dago, in Santa Rosita. It’s in this box buried under this (cough) buried under ... [thud]

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Such a steal!


You should see the explosive bargains around back in the Michael Bay lot!

Friday, January 25, 2019

Pizza rules!

What is happening to the pizzas in this country?

Why, in MY day, pizza was matzo with ketchup on it, and we were thrilled.

Okay, strike that. We did have various kinds of pizza and toppings, but basically you had two varieties: flat and round or fat and square. The fat and square was "Sicilian." The flat and round was "pizza."


Flat, round.


I was all right when Chicago style made it this far east, although by being fat and round it seemed to be violating the code. Still, I was willing to be broadminded about regionalisms. 

Variety!

When the California nonsense drifted this way, though, it was clear that something wrong---really wrong---was happening to these pizzas. Things like fruit...if it goes on a tart it should not go on a pizza. And then Pizza Hurt started to do strange and unnatural things with cheese. Injecting it into the crust. Stuffing it in the dough. Strange, unnatural cheese activities.

Clearly, this all has to stop, if it's not already too late. Here, therefore, are The Rules:

THINGS THAT MAY BE ON A PIZZA
Tomato sauce
Mozzarella cheese
Pepperoni
Meatballs
Tomato
Onions
Garlic
Bell pepper
Mushrooms (limited varieties)
Italian sausage
Anchovies (if you must)
Olive oil
Olives
Clams (borderline, though)
Herbs (mainly oregano, basil)
Parmesan cheese
Romano cheese
Parsley
Provolone cheese
Hot pepper flakes


THINGS THAT PROBABLY SHOULD NOT BE ON A PIZZA
Chicken
Squid
Crab
Capers
Broccoli
Fiddleheads
Mushrooms (all the other varieties)
Swiss cheese
Paté
Baloney
Potatoes
Avocado
Shrimp
Pasta
Another crust
Cheddar cheese


THINGS THAT SHOULD NEVER BE ON A PIZZA
American cheese
Mustard
Rice
Water chestnuts
Pineapple
Nuts (includes peanuts, peanut butter, hardware)
Turkey
Ginger
Velveeta
Icing and candles
Cinnamon
Booze
Miscellaneous objects
Catfish
Auto parts
Fried eggs
Soylent Green
Peppermint
Breakfast sausage
Chocolate
Sushi

Nickels & dimes
Hair
Lettuce
Gum
Clothing

So these would be my pizza rules. Of course, all this is just my opinion, but I am right and you know I am right. After all you can put anything on something edible and flat, but that doesn't make it pizza.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

My cheapskate Valentine.

I noted last week that it was time for a trip to the ol' warehouse store, and indeed I went. There's just no replacement for a skid of TP when a storm is coming. 

While I was getting my act together on the checkout line, I spotted these: 


Now, you may think that this is one of those rants where I say that selling holiday candy early is a sign of the collapse of civilization, but A) it's less than a month until Valentine's Day so I consider it within a proper time frame, and B) I live in New York State, so I'm getting a good look at much bigger causes of the collapse of civilization.

No, my issue with this 12-pack of chocolate boxes is the middle guy -- the guy who looks like Mr. Incredible's brunette brother with the "You're Incredible" tag line.

Thinner, though.

I think I smell a cease-and-desist letter from Disney's lawyers on the way.

I really don't know how the chocolate company expects to get away with it, Disney being so notorious for suing everything that moves to protect its money-machine characters. Maybe they don't expect to get away with it... over the long term. Elmer Chocolate, the 164-year-old company behind these, might get the fiery missive from Disney and say, "Sure, we'll stop selling it as quickly as possible!" And "as quickly as possible" turns out to be February 15.

The thing is, kids know trademarks better than adults do. Mom or Grandma might buy that set of chocolate boxes and think, Okay, it's got that super whosis from the movie Ethan watches over and over, but Ethan and his friends all know that's not the REAL Mr. Incredible. "Grandma went cheap," Ethan mumbles in embarrassment. "She didn't get the REAL Disney-branded candy."

Well, Ethan, take heart. (Literally.) You're better off. I swear on my taste buds that the worst piece of chocolate I ever ate, possibly among the three worst things I have ever put in my mouth, was a real-life honest-to-God Disney/Star Wars branded piece of chocolate. If you like the taste of fossil fuels, you might have liked it better than I did. Just know that being an officially licensed character product doesn't mean it's good.

(You shouldn't have to worry for a while about the two other worst things I alluded to, Ethan -- a Flaming Viking shot and a Sputnik cigarette from Village Cigars -- dreadful -- fortunately I did not have both on the same night.)

I don't blame Elmer Chocolate for not kowtowing to the Mouse to spend a fortune to get a dumb Disney face on the box. I just think using the word "Incredible" was a little too on the nose. It doesn't fool the kids and it just pokes the bear.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

President Hubby.

Will all the silly talk of impeachment in the air -- the new Congress wanting to impeach the president first, then come up with the charges later, I suppose -- I must say I am disgusted. Things have reached a pretty pass in Washington, I must say, a pretty pass.

It's a different outlook here. I've been honored to be the president now for quite some time, and I want to thank Congress for not impeaching me. At least not yet.


What I mean by this is probably not what you think. Years ago I read an essay on the topic of marriage by my spiritual guide, the great Christian apologist C. S. Lewis, who wrote:

If there must be a head, why the man? ... The relations of the family to the outer world—what might be called its foreign policy—must depend, in the last resort, upon the man, because he always ought to be, and usually is, much more just to the outsiders. A woman is primarily fighting for her own children and husband against the rest of the world. Naturally, almost, in a sense, rightly, their claims override, for her, all other claims. She is the special trustee of their interests.
     The function of the husband is to see that this natural preference of hers is not given its head. He has the last word in order to protect other people from the intense family patriotism of the wife. If anyone doubts this, let me ask a simple question. If your dog has bitten the child next door, or if your child has hurt the dog next door, which would you sooner have to deal with, the master of that house or the mistress? Or, if you are a married woman, let me ask you this question. Much as you admire your husband, would you not say that his chief failing is his tendency not to stick up for his rights and yours against the neighbours as vigorously as you would like? A bit of an Appeaser?

All of this is very interesting, and almost as likely to cause fights in the time he wrote it as now. But I have come over the years to see that he was right in some key respects.

My wife always expects me to deal with the idiots in the outside world, something I hate to do. She has her own (excellent) career, where she deals with all kinds of people, but when it comes to things related to us and the house and all, I have to be the Executive Branch. (Get your mind out of the gutter, Stiiv.) I have to lead the diplomatic corps with repairmen, landscapers, plow guy, the guy who checks the meters, you name it. When it's takeout night, I get the takeout. If we get lost, or when we did before Google Maps, I was the one who had to ask the nice man in the gas station where the hell we were and how the hell to get where we were going.

On the other hand, my wife is the coequal power of Congress, holding the purse strings, making the laws, setting the legislative agenda. I can sign on to her laws, or I can veto them, but if she is two-thirds committed to a law, it gets passed over my veto. (She's not always that sold on it.) On the other hand, I may have grand ideas, but she can derail them pretty quickly. We forget in this country that Congress and the presidency are supposed to be equal powers, but we haven't forgotten it in this house.

It seems to work for us, anyway.

Oh, you're wondering about that third branch, the judiciary? Well, my mother-in-law passed away some years ago, but sometimes I think she still weighs in on cases....

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

It was cold, I tell ya!


Give the weatherman his due -- they said it would be cold on Monday, and it was frigid. I'm glad at least the mail carriers and schools were closed for the holiday. Pretty sure I heard the kids saying "Free at last! Free at last!"

It all started Saturday night with freezing rain and light snow, and eventually it was like Mr. Freeze had attacked the town and was holding us hostage. (I prefer to imagine the urbane and tragic George Sanders version, but choose your favorite.)

The temperature never got out of the single digits from Sunday night through now (Tuesday morning), and all day Monday we had windchill as low as -21. The snow that had fallen was not deep, but froze over into a candy shell of treachery. I'd crouch from the blasts of wind before they could send me sliding down the hill, AFV style. My four-legged friends -- the only reason I even went outdoors on Monday -- didn't fare much better. Legs all over the place, paws unable to gain purchase. And these are suburban dogs, not used to peeing on solid surfaces; the little guy, Nipper, was baffled. He had a terrible time figuring out where to go. 

I never fell, and we never lost power, thank heaven. I've mentioned before that our furnace can't run without electricity, and winters where random tree limbs took us off the grid would get cold fast.


How cold was it? <carson> It was SO cold, that Gladys Knight froze her Pips. </carson>

Below is a bad picture of ice on the window. Or more specifically, on the window crank mechanism on the inside of the house, above the kitchen sink.


Today it's supposed to go to 26, which will feel like a day at the beach by comparison, and it's said to be a rainy 50 on Wednesday. I think I can live with that.

(Note that all temperatures used in this blog are in that human scale of Fahrenheit, not those other anti-human scales people outside Murca like to use. Just FYI.)


Monday, January 21, 2019

Ink vote!

A friend of mine -- and he knows who he is -- has been threatening to get a tattoo on his upcoming fiftieth birthday. I can't talk him out of it, despite the fact that he's going to think it was stupid by the time he turns fifty-one. But he clearly has no idea what he wants to get. We, his dear friends, have narrowed down his possible choices to a manageable list, and we're planning to vote on which to inflict on him. And you can vote too! Just leave your thoughts in comments.

□ Flaming Skull  💀
  "Mom" and Heart 💗
□ Popeye Anchor⚓
□ Chain Link Fence (Rather Than Barbed Wire)
□ Jesus
□ Entire Ceiling of Sistine Chapel
□ Spider  !
□ Bloody Dagger 🗡
□ “My Daughter’s Heart & Debts Belong to Daddy”
□ Knuckle tats that say "LOVE" and "SOFA" 
□ Devil
□ Life-size Cross V
□ Evil Clown 🤡
□ Unicorn 🦄
□ Twinkie the Kid
□ 401(k) Management Company Logo
□ Hula Girl
□ Viagra Logo
□ Copy of His Mortgage
□ Skull and Crossbones N
□ PC :
□ Metallica Logo
□ Cheese 🧀
□ Barry Manilow
□ Smiley Face J
□ Remote Control on Arm; TV on Butt 📺
□ Nickel Slots
□ “Disco King” 👑
□ “Don’t Tread On My Lawn” Flag
□ Evil Clowns Coming Out of Tiny Mausoleum
□ Copy of His Business Card
□ "Mom" and Bloody Dagger

Now, some of these are classic tattoos; a few are peculiar to him, and indicate his Catholicism or career; but most are understandable when you think of the average American male reaching that milestone age of fifty. So what do you think would be the best tattoo? Or do you have a brilliant idea we forgot? 

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Being cool when it's cold.

Winter has come to slap New York upside the head -- and not just upside, but downside, east side, west side, all around the town. Today is freezing rain, but tomorrow is just flat-out freezing. Here in the beautiful Hudson Valley, just north of the busy metropolis, we got a few inches of snow overnight, with that freezing rain making it crunchy and dangerous; it's dropping to 3°F tonight and tomorrow the high is 10. So we're cold.

The thing about being cold is, it can be hard to look cool. It it's not that cold, say just below freezing, it's no big deal; you can be dressed for skiing like James Bond and look awesome. But when it dips below zero Fahrenheit, with a windchill in the painful negatives, it becomes harder to avoid looking like a gigantic dork.

Everyone knows that the best defense against really cold weather is layers, right? Yeah, trying looking suave when you can't put your arms down.

every girl crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man

The problem is compounded by the fact that the truly warm clothes are historically dorky. Goofy Christmas sweaters became a thing because all the nice, toasty sweaters were goofy. The hip ones you would wear at the chalet, or for the après-ski disco, wouldn't protect you ten minutes out in a real winter storm. For that you need Grandma's ugly fair isle knitting with eight billion stitches. Modern protective gear made from space-age fibers are a definite improvement in many ways, but I am telling you, if you want to stay warm, stick to your ugly Grandma special -- although it has its limitations, as will be explored below.

Real animal fur is very warm, they tell me, and looks grand, so assuming you're not as poor as your average writer/editor, you may not have to duct tape squirrels to your parka to get that feeling of fur. Is that an exception to my cool rule?

Not always. First of all, you have to deal with people getting mad at you for wearing fur (some of them in leather jackets... yeah). But also, just slapping on fur is not really enough for truly horrible winter weather. Let me tell you about Roald Amundsen.

According to Roland Huntford's masterful book The Last Place on Earth, Amundsen, a native of Norway, learned how to deal with REALLY cold temperatures from the Eskimos: "He realized that millennia of evolution and specialized adaptation had taught the Netsiliks how to survive in the cold, and he was only too happy to learn all he could from them." As for clothing, which for the Netsiliks was fur-based, "garments had to fit loosely, so as to form pockets of air. They also had to allow air to circulate, so as to prevent sweating; a dangerous enemy, for it dissipates heat, and makes protective clothing freeze, thus destroying the insulation."

We're a long way from Raquel Welch's fur bikini from One Million Years B.C.

Which might keep you warm, but
wouldn't have helped her in the antarctic.

So Amundsen, one of the greatest if not the greatest polar explorer ever, wore fur on his polar expeditions, but a not some Park Avenue fur; what he wore looked more like a fur sack, like the raccoon coats associated with the 1920s. (Waterproofing was less of an issue, since Antarctica is actually a desert.) In other words, he still kind of looked dorky while on the mission.

But here's the point: A lot of coolness -- maybe most of it -- comes from the person inside the clothes anyway. After all, you may be cool, but you ain't Roald Amundsen chilling with his dawgs having led the first successful expedition to the South Freaking Pole cool.

Sorry, you ain't.

He could have been dressed like Randy from A Christmas Story and he would have been just as awesome. Hell, he could have worn Ralphie's bunny suit from that movie and he would have been just as awesome.

So if you want to be cool when it's cold, dress warmly, be smart, and be fearless. That's an unbeatable combination.

And don't duct tape squirrels to your parka. It doesn't make you warmer and it annoys the squirrels.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Do snakes sneeze?

Large dog Tralfaz had a sneezing attack, three in a row, to which each got a "Bless you!" from me. His sneezes really seem to take a toll. I'm the same way.

It occurred to me that sneezing is one of the things that dogs and people do similarly. We don't walk or run the same way, due to the leg-number situation, and on that note we don't release waste products the same way. We don't eat the same way -- dogs have atrocious table manners -- and we certainly don't drink the same way. Dogs' method of drinking is pretty comical when you look at it. They seem to work awfully hard to take in small amounts of water. An alcoholic dog would have a rough time of it. (Or a "ruff" time! Har har never mind.)


True, dogs don't cover their noses when they sneeze, but neither do a lot of people I won't name but will be silently judging.

I suppose that the further something lies from us in the animal kingdom, the less things we do in a similar way. You read a lot of little known facts along those lines online all the time. "The Madagascar Zoonie Fly only drinks by absorbing water through its wings!" -- I just made that up, but it's the kind of thing we learn when we look around at the various critters in our world. Some things on this earth are more alien than anything any SF writer ever dreamed up.

It got me to wondering if snakes sneeze. Reptiles are a giant step away from us, away from live birth and warm blood and into egg-laying and cold blood. I understand that snakes smell with their tongues. But they seem to have li'l baby snake nostrils. So, sneeze?

Yes! Kind of. But apparently it's bad news if they do. It's apparently not a sneeze like we on the mammal side of the tracks know it, because snakes have no diaphragm, which in us is a key mover in the sneeze operation. So if a snake is doing something that sounds like a sneeze, it could be a sign of an infection or another problem. On the other hand, iguanas and some other lizards sneeze salt, which sounds like the makings of a cheap monster movie to me (Saltzooka! King of the Salt Lizards).

Having solved the riddle of reptile sneezing, I decided to see if bugs sneeze. They do not. Which is good. I'd hate to see a little ladybug blow herself across the room.

But maybe they're missing out. There is something almost satisfying in a really good sneeze. I almost enjoy it, if it doesn't hurt and I don't embarrass myself with a lot of nasal discharge. I wonder if the dogs enjoy a good sneezeroo too.

And I note that we're supposed to get a lot of snow and ice this weekend. I wonder if Saltzooka is busy...?

Thursday, January 17, 2019

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ABcdefghij!&18

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WR7];WE&35*!DG&I$^&Idi8df6923846f2guDTYSDIhjahs8 exqwe6f9p2634r9ugw2cnkhwjkcy90730`74fyuwdjkcbhqw537$%@)_djk

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What is the second cat belonging to your father’s favorite sibling?

What was your favorite film in 1993?

Where were you when Niall O'Brien for Westmeath scored the first goal of the All-Ireland Senior Hurling Championship?

Who was your first grade teacher’s hobby?

What is the date of your spouse’s first sexual encounter?

What is the dominant color of your boogers?

Who is your favorite 80’s Funny Car racer?

How many jelly beans are in this jar?
 
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