Floopid (catfinition) – a cat who has little zest, animation, or spirit.
In use: “With her illness, Jade became floopid, lounging on the heating pad all day long, rising only when she heard the garage door go up.”
Inspirational Quote # 874
Yep. I always hold to this, and it’s good to read it coming from a writer I enjoy.
Saturday’s Theme Music
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future’s uncertain, and the end is always near
And with that, today’s song goes into its final minute.
I always liked singing “Roundhouse Blues” at work. A rousing, rowdy song, it was a great defiant response when bosses would say, “Let it roll.” Well, alright, let it roll.
I’d also sometimes sing, “The future’s uncertain, and the end is always clear.” I was divided about what Morrison was singing. Wasn’t till the net came about and I could look it up that I was satisfied. But my misheard word fits as well. The future for us all ends the same way, so it’s always clear. It’s all those damn little steps in between now and then that cause us problems.
Here are the Doors, from way back in 1970. That was a pretty good year to be a Pittsburgh Pirates fan, until they ran into the Big Red Machine, and the year turned sour.
Mash
Mash is the nickname I’ve given the mail the United States Postal Service delivers to my post box. It’s a truncating and combining of two words, as I’m wont to do. In this instance, the two words are mail trash. By my estimate, my mail is ninety percent mash. Two percent is personal, and eight percent is bills.
Storm Names
I’ve been reading about the winter storm. Some call it bomb cyclone, but it has a name, you know. It’s been named Grayson. That name brought to mind Kathryn Grayson. She never won an Academy Award, but I thought, wouldn’t it be neat if they started naming storms after Oscar winners? Then we could say things like, “Clint Eastwood is threatening the East Coast of the United States.”
Yeah.
Sunshine and Rain
Have you ever been walking through the rain but in sunshine, wearing sunglasses and looking for a rainbow, and think, this could be the perfect metaphor for my life?
Yes, once in a while, like today.
The Ambivalence
Once again, I’m on the ambivalence train. This weather, like spring, is lovely. Light showers are falling. It was fifty-four degrees outside at midnight. Since then, it’s dropped to fifty, unseasonable weather, but pleasant.
It’s a helluva lot better than Europe and eastern North America are enduring, with cyclone bombs, flooding, and terribly cold temperatures. Comparing our situation with theirs, I believe I’m much happier and better off.
But looking forward to the summer, worry swells. If it’s this dry and warm now, the models predict we’re going to be hot and dry.
Hence, ambivalence about enjoying this southern Oregon weather. Maybe I should play ignorant and just enjoy the now. Conversely, I can be a hopeful optimist, and think, maybe we’ll have a rainy year, pleasant temperatures, and no wildfires.
A guy can dream.
Aggrandizefloof
Aggrandizefloof (catfinition) – a cat that appears greater than really is the case.
In use: “Her fur aggrandizefloofed Ashley’s weight and size.”
Friday’s Theme Music
“Time,” by Pink Floyd, was one of those songs that I liked to listen to while laying flat on my back in the dark with headphones on. I did that with of the entire album, Dark Side of the Moon.
The discordant beginning of alarm clocks and bells ringing that starts “Time” is a satisfying, *ahem* wake up call. Then the heartbeats begin….
Later in life, I often streamed it in my mind as I awaited events, made plans, or traveled.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Of course, I always continue listening (or streaming) on through the next two songs.
The Best & Worst
Several good results emerge from being able (and maybe allowing myself) to stream music in my brain.
- A power supply is always available. Don’t need to worry about AC/DC, plugging in anywhere, or recharging anything.
- No headphones, speakers, or ear buds required.
- They’re already paid for, so financial expenditures are limited to acquiring new materials, if and when I’m required to pay for them.
- A lot of my favorites are played.
Some negatives do exist.
- It’s hard to turn some songs off.
- The mental streaming algorithms seem to favor repetition.
- It’s a limited library of songs.
And of course, free will is often derailed. For instance, right now I’m streaming this.
The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight
but there’s no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh-oh, someday girl I don’t know when
we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run
h/t AZLyrics.com
It’s not by choice, and it’s been running about thirty minutes. Stream along with me, if you know the tune.
Michael Seidel, writer 