Day Two of practice retirement. (Note: no actual plans to retire have been put into play.) It went better. I had a productive morn writing in the gazebo, something that will come to a swift end in a fortnight or so when the season truly changes and the Age of Brown asserts itself. Or the Bronze Age, maybe. That was better than Iron, right? Stone, Iron, Bronze, Steel, Silicon? Help me Wikipedia you’re my only hope
The Bronze Age was a historical period lasting from approximately 3300 to 1200 BC. It was characterized by the use of bronze
Well, settles that. Apparently we are in “The Imagination Age” now, after the fourth Industrial Revolution.
The Imagination Age is the period beyond the Information Age where creativity and imagination become the primary creators of economic value.
Uh huh.
I learned the other day that Inside Out was the top-grossing animated film of all time. But that’s in modern dollars and modern prices. The top grossing animated film adjusted for inflation is Snow White, which made two billion in modern lucre. Of course it’s been remade in live action, and everyone has been hooting and pointing and laughing at the stills and clips the studio has released. I think they changed the meaning of “Someday My Prince Will Come” to refer to some illustrations ordered from an unreliable Etsy seller.
Anyway. Hardly any turn in the leaves. It was supposed to storm torrentially on Thursday, followed by a cruel cold front. None of that happened, so I’m back to watering the lawn with the balky system. Backflow banging every time it changes zones. Two repair jobs, and it hasn’t been . . . what’s the word I’m looking for? Repaired.
LATER I think I have figured out the problem because I watched 2 minutes of a nine-minute YouTube tutorial
So after writing I made a trip to waste disposal, then afternoon grocery shopping, like a retired guy. Who are all these people at Target at 1 PM? And why are they standing in front of the orange juice cooler as if baffled by the decisions they must make? It’s EASY. Go down the categories, people. Concentrate or pure? Then pulp or no?
HOLD IT RIGHT THERE they might say. There’s that recent innovation, some pulp. They just had to go and do that, didn’t they? Make the non-pulp drinkers think “well maybe a little would be healthier,” make the pulp fans think “you know, sometimes it does seem like a lot of pulp.”
Granted. But if you could keep the pulpgathering to under three minutes that’d be great.
Then I returned a hideous jacket at Whole Foods, at the Amazon box. It’s always an ungainly process, opening the plastic envelope, removing the strip that exposes the adhesive, putting the sticker with the QR code in the right place - there’s no table, and if the item is large enough, it feels like you’re trying to reinsert a freshly-born elephant baby into the birth canal. While other people are waiting. That’s the only reason I ever go to Whole Foods. Everyone who shops there looks well-dressed, pale, and unhealthy, in that thin wan ascetic-diet sense. Unhappy, too.
On the other hand, I am ascetic enough in my tastes to rear back in horror from this:
I mean -
I can't think of any situation in which I would think "I'm glad I have two ounches of spun sugar whose molecular makeup has been infused with chemicals that reproduce an erroneous idea of cinnamon flavor"
You're correct about its neighbor: Cookies and Cream.
But it's organic.
I had been involved in the planning of a bombing of a Japanese hotel. Nevertheless I was surprised to see my name in the paper directly connecting me with the event, calling me dire names. Well, it was war, and all that. In wondered if Japanese agents would be coming for me - certainly they’d want to, I’d made myself a legitimate target, they certainly had every right, but how did they know? Well, can’t think about it too much now, wife and friends have returned from the store with flowers. They bought a lot of flowers, and I had to find places on the steps to stack the containers.
Prompt: fire in a Japanese hotel
Looks as if he hooked his hose up to a camera lens.
"I'll just watch from here"
And now, a related feature that will provide some Friday amusements:
I had to do some highway sign artwork, and turned to AI. I asked it for flat prairie. Okay, thanks
What I liked were the attempts at town names. Howsah! A friendly place.
Named after the first postmaster, Jedidiah Steen, or perhaps a regional manager for the train company.
Once the county seat, but then it moved to Lgic.
Every year a titanic clash between the high school football teams, when Reasn played these guys:
Imagine living there and being named Mark and never calling yourself - well you know.
Buck's all dead, thanks to that Frisky Animal:
A good lawyer could get this guy off on the grounds that the illustration did not prove anything.
