Woman: I find it pretty easy to spend your money.
Man: Yeah, I’ve noticed.
Woman: Hey, I let you have sex with me!
Man: So you’re saying that I’m exchanging my goods and services for sex?
Woman: Yep.
Man: You know there’s a word for that, right?
Woman: Yep. Marriage.
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Well, I thought it was amusing…
In the previous entry, I said that when I was a kid, I wanted to be grow up to be a starship captain (item #24). Well, yeah, that was my first choice. But I also thought something like this would be pretty cool, too:
Alas, that didn’t work out so well either…
Via Pulp of the Day.
In case anyone is wondering, just over one month has passed since some half-witted barbarian knifed my convertible top, and I am still working on getting it fixed to my satisfaction.
No time today for a proper entry, alas, but I just spotted this over at Screen Rant and was sufficiently amused I had to share:
The look on the boy’s face is simply priceless… and heart-breaking, the poor kid…
From a post over at Boing Boing that really has nothing to do with anything (at least nothing I’m more than momentarily interested in), I managed to glean the following:
…anything invented before you were 18 has been there forever, anything that turns up before you’re 30 is new and exciting, and anything after that is a threat to the world and must be destroyed.
I like that. Reminds me of that great quote from Grandpa Simpson: “I used to be ‘with it.’ Once, I even knew what ‘it’ was. But then ‘it’ changed; it got weird and scary. And it’ll happen to you.” Or something like that. In any event, I increasingly understand the sentiment…
A couple of years ago, following that traumatic flood in my basement, I made up my mind to try and downsize the Bennion Archives a little. Well, the first batch of items I put up on eBay didn’t attract much attention, and disappointment and my natural tendency to procrastinate soon kicked in, and, well, long story short, I’m still storing a bunch of stuff I long ago decided to part with and I’m going to try again to sell some of it. There’s a batch of nifty Universal Monsters action figures up for sale right now. If you or someone you love appreciates the classics, just click here or use the link over there to the right called “My eBay Auctions” to have a look…
Over at Byzantium’s Shores, Jaquandor has a long post about the passions in one’s life, how some endure and evolve with you through the years while others burn out and fall away. I must admit, the specifics of the post elude me — I know little about classical music, and I’ve never read the author he references, nor does he sound like my cup of joe — but I get his overall point, and it’s a phenomenon I’ve observed in my own experience.
There was one paragraph, however, that really had little to do with the overall post but resonated deeply within me like a massive church bell gonging from ten feet away:
The Romantic in me is drawn to large gestures, bold statements, feelings so strong it seems that the force of my heart might well shift the world on its axis. Love is to be shouted from the rooftops; anger is to be no small irritation but a smoldering rage. Sadness is to be felt keenly and deeply, like the cut of a freshly sharpened knife, and beneath everything, every feeling, even happiness and joy, can be found a long streak of melancholy. That’s the Romantic in me, and he still lives within, sometimes under careful guard but at other times nearly allowed complete control.
Oh, yeah, I relate to all of that… especially the melancholy streak. Just another would-be Byron, that’s me.
Remember how I marveled last night about how smoothly the whole process of replacing my ragtop was going? Yeah, well…
I got a phone call from the upholstery shop this morning. Seems the proprietor hasn’t ordered the replacement yet because he forgot to make a note of the necessary color. The color. Isn’t that kind of a basic data point?
Sigh.
In case anyone is interested, my visit with the insurance claim adjuster was surprisingly painless. He looked at the car, took a few digital photos, and said, “yeah, I think we can approve the full amount of that bid you got from the upholstery shop.”
I was damn near speechless. I really expected to have a fight with the guy. Of course, there’s still the possibility that next month’s premium will be, ahem, unsatisfactory. One battle at a time, though.
I called the upholstery shop this afternoon; it’ll take three to four days to get my replacement top, then one or two days to replace it. I’m thrilled at how smoothly this has all gone, while simultaneously nursing a small, intensely hot flame of rage at the miscreants who made it all necessary in the first place…
Yep, one of those days when paltry little morsels are the best I can offer our studio audience:
Puritanism is a religion based on being miserable and liking it.
From a comment on this blog entry. And this:
The beneficial effects of caffeine may be most pronounced in conjunction with sugar. For example, one factor analytic study has shown caffeine-glucose cocktails provide benefits to cognition not seen with either alone.
From Caffeine: A User’s Guide to Getting Optimally Wired, via Andrew Sullivan.