Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
“Hold your horses,”
A little bird told me,
grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“A fly on the wall says,
he used to drink like a fish,
but he’s gone cold turkey.
Now he’s happy as a clam
though lazy as a dog.
Busy as a bee
feathering his nest.
As cute as a bug’s ear
in his cat’s pyjamas,
mad as a hatter,
but quiet as a mouse,
maybe because the cat got his tongue.”
I always thought him the cat’s meow,
sly as a fox
but crazy as a loon,
a night owl willing to party
until the cows come home.
Floofgacious (floofinition) – 1. An extremely shrewd or clever animal.
In use: “The little black cat with glass-green eyes showed herself to be floofgacious right from the start, opening cupboards and doors, turning on water facets, and knowing how to threaten the other animals without actually striking them, accomplishing a bloodless coup d’floof within three days of her arrival.”
2. Someone knowledgeable about animals.
In use: “She called herself a ‘home mom’ (although she worked eighteen hours a week at a small gift shop owned by a friend), but between her four children bringing home animals, fostering animals, and living in a rural Pacific northwest town where close contact with animals was the norm, she became very floofgacious.”
At about 5:51 AM on May 14, 2021, the sun walked onto the Ashland stage and said, “Hello. Welcome to Friday.” Birds burst out in song. Cats and dogs yawned. Many people turned over and privately promised themselves, “Just one more minute of sleep.” The sun will continue walking across Ashland until 8:21 PM, sprinkling warm sunshine across people’s shoulders, animals’ fur, flowers, and others who ask for it. Vowing to keep it cooler than the past several days, the sun said, “Today’s high in Ashland will be about seventy-seven degrees.” Polite but scattered applause answered except for one woman who kept yelling, “Woooo!”
The mind channeled a 1975 Eagles song to the forefront. “One of these Nights” made it to number one that year. It came into my head last night because I was thinking about what I want slash need slash should do. I promised myself that I would, “One of these days.” That morphed a little sloppily into “One of these things is not like the other,” because of the things that I was addressing. But breathing in the cool dark air while admiring the stars and thinking about what’s out there, out came the Eagles song.
Stay positive, test negative, and get the vax. Wear a mask? Well, we’ll see. CDC and state guidance is changing in the U.S. Some are dubious. Others are exuberant. I slide the spectrum between the two.
Have an excellent day — or night — wherever you are. Cheers
Sitfloofational (floofinition) – Dependent on a set of circumstances or conditions regarding animals, especially prevalent with development and pets.
In use: “Their ability to travel was sitfloofational, requiring them to find someone they trusted to care for their pets while they were gone.”
Welcome to the day, by international standards, which is the fourth day of the week, Thursday. We count Sunday as the first day of the week in my house, so Thursday is the fifth day of the week. Regardless, it is May 13, 2021. Sunrise, by scientific observation, came to Ashland at 5:52 AM and sunset will follow at 8:20 PM. Outside, we’re expecting a dry, warm, spring day, with temperature pushing into the lower eighties.
We saw 40 new cases of COVID-19 in Jackson county yesterday, continuing the roller-coaster trend. Our seven-day average has declined to thirty. Thirty-six percent of Oregonians are fully vaccinated. Almost fifty percent have had at least one shot.
Dreams were of a wide variety last night. They featured a great deal of domesticity like shopping and house-cleaning, but also trended to having broken machines (like vacuum cleaners) and broken remote controls. Must go through the debrief about what it’s all about.
Today’s music choice comes from Chris Rea. Released in 1986, “Let’s Dance” was a small hit in the U.S. for him but made into the top ten in several other countries. I always like the jaunty tune. Feels optimistic. That summarizes my mood: optimistic.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask, and get the vax. Cheers
Looking into the future. Apparently not too happy. Lot of Dad showing up in my face, along with sagging jowls, wrinkled flesh, receding hair, and graying beard. Like how the light catches my scars on my forehead from my halo device. Damn this thing called aging, anyway. Pass me another beer, please.
Ran into the craziness that we call Facebook once again. Once again, I’m questioning myself, WTF are you using that platform.
Backstory goes, I read an article in the Daily News: “Students for Trump founder John Lambert sentenced to 13 months for posing as lawyer”
The article is about John Lambert. John Lambert, 25, posed as Eric Pope. Here’s the story from the paper:
He was a Student For Trump, but definitely not a lawyer.
A judge slammed the founder of Students for Trump as a “cold-blooded fraudster” before sentencing him to 13 months in prison for posing as a lawyer.
John Lambert, 25, pretended to be Eric Pope of the Manhattan-based firm Pope & Dunn. He falsely claimed to be a graduate of NYU Law School with a finance degree from the University of Pennsylvania and 15 years of experience in corporate and patent law.
The baby-faced scammer from Tennessee admitted to running the racket from 2016 to 2018, which targeted people who had little or no experience seeking legal advice. Victims sought Lambert’s help through the freelancing website Upwork. He earned at least $46,654 through the legal advice he was totally unqualified to give.
Judge Valerie Caproni called Lambert “a cold-blooded fraudster who cared not a whit about the victims of his fraud.”
I thought, I’m going to share this news on Facebook.
I couldn’t. Facebook said it violated their community standards. Said something about spam, fraud, and security. I replied to the screen, “What?”
I read the article again and vetted it with multiple sources. It was true. Was it spam? Not by my definition, but perhaps by the Facebook wonders. Security? Apparently, it thought that I could be a bot.
Why?
That wasn’t explained.
But I tried one more time. Presto. The article was posted.
