Observed

Perhaps wrongly, I’m irritated when someone becomes angry with me for not telling them something that I observed about them after someone else tells them about it, because I infer from their accusation that they tell me everything that they observe about me, and I don’t think they do.

Saturday’s Theme Music

The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists’ summary noted that the Doomsday Clock was set to two minutes to midnight last January, 2018. I was thinking about that today as I streamed Aerosmith’s “Livin’ on the Edge”. The song, about the world’s sorry state, was written and released in 1993, after the 1992 Rodney King Riots, sometimes also called the LA Riots.

A quarter of century later, and I think we’re closer to the edge now then we were in 1993. Unfortunately, nobody has a tracking mechanism like the Doomsday Clock to declare how close we are to the edge. Is it a foot? A mile? A million miles? I suppose the edge is different for each of us, and varies by attitude and world events. On some days, I feel like I can stand on my toes, lean forward and look at over the edge. On other days, it’s a distant horizon.

 

Infloofenza

Infloofenza (catfinition) –

1. like rockin’ pneumonia and the kitty-cat flu, infloofenza is a fake illness that people use as an excuse to get out of work. The origins can be traced to people deciding that it would be more fun to stay at home with their cat than to go to work.

2. A chronic condition that afflicts some people, who become sick and tired of their cats and cleaning up after them.

In use: “Her cats snuggled up to her on the cold morning, pinning her under the bed covers. Nothing short of a catectomy would free her, but the sweet little felines looked so deeply asleep and peaceful, she decided she would call in sick. Yes, she had infloofenza. Those with cats would understand.”

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