sweet & sour

It is bittersweet.

It's grief & relief.

...or relief.  And grief.

Why is that button flashing?

When you see the Office Button on window flashing on and off Amber… what does it mean?

It simply means “here I am!  Notice me?  I’m right here!”

Seriously… it flashes when it hasn’t been clicked for a long time.   Many people think it’s just decoration or design and don’t realize it’s a functioning button.

Cyrus Cylinder

A friend is organizing a day trip with a fairly large group (I guess) to see the Cyrus Cylinder.

Wendy and I were going to go, but the day got changed, and so we're definitely not going on the new day, due to employment situation.  We won't be seeing it that day.  Perhaps then maybe one day later on in the future, I guess.

But we won't be part of that excursion.

the b

In today's WT lesson there were three different (a)+(b) question combinations.

Evidently in each case, a person answering the (a) question went ahead and answered the (b) without waiting for it to be asked.

Because by the 3rd set, the conductor actually read the (b) question first and then read the (a) question.

Sure enough, the second commenter, as if they didn't hear or understand the conductor, answered the (b) question before it had been asked again.

The conductor was visibly and obviously annoyed... it was an unfortunate reaction on his part.

Yet it was a record day... commentors answering the (b) before it was asked each and every time in the lesson.

What amazes me...

...is how bird heads are like little gyroscopes.

If you hold a bird in your finger or hand and shake it gently from side to side, or up and down, backwards and forward, the bird's head will remain stationary in space.

Dream

Generally I don’t appreciate it when people tell me all about their dreams.

Sure, it was exciting for them, but come on, it was just a dream, and unless you show me an actual brain-video of it, I’m probably not that interested.

There is an exception, of course.  If it’s someone I truly care about, I want to hear all about their dream.  But most people… it’s a negatory.

So this is why I hesitate to share my dreams because…  the very same reason.  Unless you dreamed it yourself, it’s pretty boring.

REALITY:  Walking into a shopping center from the back side I saw some bees near the ground.  So I backed up to take a closer look… it was one of those rectangular green plastic utility covers, the kind that would cover irrigation controls.  The cover was half off, so half the utility box was open.  Bees had taken up residence and were coming and going, and I could clearly see honeycombs inside.

DREAM:  That night (or more accurately, very early the next morning, since you don’t remember dreams unless you are awakened during them) I dreamed that a light grey cat had wandered into a kitchen cupboard.  There were bees in it!  I was horrified that the cat would soon be stung.  Suddenly I looked and the cat had been duplicated… there were now six identical grey cats sitting calmly on various shelves among the bees.  Then there was just one cat again, and the bees came together and formed a big giant thumblike platform and lifted the cat up off a shelf and gently set him down on the floor.

See what I mean about other people’s dreams being boring!

I hate smokers!

Yes, I definitely hate smokers.

For years, I didn't hate them.  Rather I felt sorry for them.

To me they were "skinned and thrown about" by the tobacco companies.

That is still true, but my patience has ended.

They are all selfish morons!

Two things happened on Monday that precipitated this attitude change.

(1) Sitting at the far northern end of the width of a Starbucks outdoor patio, some confused ass was beyond the other far southern end, even further, standing in the middle of the next store front, smoking his stupid cigarette.  Idiot smokers are under the delusion that their smoke rises to heaven where it is magically dissipated and simply "disappears".  Well, I can testify that is wrong.  Cigarette smoke travels sideways... at about the level of seated person's nose and eyes.  Moron.

(2) Picking up a friend, I spent a few minutes with the car door open while I straightened up the interior.  Some (pick your own bitter pejorative and insert here) was several yards away, his foul donkey smoke filling my nostrils, lungs, and the interior of my car.  When I picked up my friend:  "Why does it smell like smoke in here?"

To all the "nice" people I know who smoke, and up until now, I felt compassion for, here's a personal message just for you:

Stop smoking, you idiot!   You know you were duped, you know you're addicted, but above all, you know that people who don't smoke are smart and you are a moron for not quitting.

Tried but failed to quit?  Try again!  It can take up to 7 times to successfully quit.  Perhaps more!

Just quit.

Until then... I hate you.