Tursda’s Theme Music

Sunshine is booming here in Ashlandia on January 23, 2025. It’s 46 degrees F. ‘They’ say that it feels like 51 F and that 52 F is possible, which, when it arrives, might feel like 55 or even 56! The big question pulsing through our small town is, will we see any snow this year? Smart money says it’s not happenin’ in January. Although people got a little titallated when a NextDoor poster shared news that’d spotted a snowflake the other day. I think she meant that in a meteorological sense and not the political sense.

Today’s theme music is dedicated to all those Trump voters and supporters out there. The ones so sure that the felon stands for law and order who he’s overruling juries and the judicial system and releasing killers and other criminals. This is for the Blacks who voted for the PINO who is rolling back civil rights. I’m sure those Black voters who didn’t like Kamala Harris because <fill it in> and instead voted for Trump are happy about that, right? As are those immigrants, illegal and otherwise, who will be affected by his campaign to turn America white. Those people who voted for Trump who love the outdoors and get out there to enjoy the fresh air might be sorely surprised as Trump’s deregulations darken the air with pollutants. This song is for them, too, cuz they probably won’t be going out there much any longer.

Yes, this song is dedicated to all the rights that will be gone in the name of freedom, all the religions which will suffer in the name of religion, all the justice that will flounder in the name of justice, and all the poor who will grow poorer in the name of, um, also freedom, the freedom of capitalism and greed unchecked. This song is dedicated also to logic and critical thinking, which are being tossed aside, and the history and heritage being trampled underfoot. This song is dedicated to opportunity which manifest from being educated in a good public school system. These things are all being undermined by Trump and his wealthy reactionary rogues as they pursue the enshittification of the United States.

Here, dedicated to all these things and more, courtesy of The Neurons, live from my morning mental music stream, is the late Dolores O’Riordan and the Cranberries with “When You’re Gone”.

Coffee and I have again worked out a balance, and the fluid is going in without interruption. Hope you enjoy the video and that you have a strong day in your personal life, wherever you may be. Cheers

Wezda’s Wandering Thoughts

My new shoes have steeply curved soles. They honestly remind me of a bentwood rocker’s curved bands. Grinning, I asked my wife, “Know what I call my new shoes?”

“Your rock ‘n rollers?”

“No, they’re just my rockers.”

She’s such a smart ass sometimes.

Flooflink

Flooflink (floofinition) 1. Connection between animals. Origins: Middle Flooflish, of Scandfloofnavian roots; first noted use in the fifthteenth century.

In Use: “Dog and cat, both Hurricane Katrina survivors, had an unshakeable flooflink from the instant they touched noses.”

2. The established cause and effect between an animal’s action, sound, or behavior and a result.

In Use: “Entering the house to a scene of disheveled plants and unrolled toilet paper, Pietr gazed at the drowsy kittens, certain that he was looking at the flooflink, as his dog studied him with wide, innocent eyes.”

3. An electronic connecting structure about animals which provides direct access from one web page to another.

In Use: “Just googling ‘funny cat videos’ resulted in a plethora of flooflinks to click on and kill time.”

In Use: “Seeing the video title, ‘A Curious Cat’s Life is Never Boring’, Michael just had to provide a flooflink to it in his post.”

Lethflooflogica

Lethflooflogica (floofinition) – Inability to remember an animal’s correct name. Origins: Attributed to Carl Floong, borrowed from ancient Fleek.

In Use: “Bunchy had acquired so many names — neighbors called him one thing, different family members referred to him by other names like Sparky, Blackie, Onyx, and he’d come to the family with a foster name — that the pet sitter often suffered lethflooflogica and referred first to the other animals’ names before landing on Bunchy.”

Sunda’s Wandering Thoughts

My wife encouraged me to investigate ‘orthopedic shoes’.

Gadzooks. The thought of buying or wearing anything labeled as ‘orthopedic’ made feel like dust was settling on my hunched, decrepit form. But I was also intrigued by what I read. After perusing multiple shoe reviews, I selected a pair of Keen WK400 shoes.

Keens attracted me because I have owned several pairs of Keens and enjoyed them. They always comforted my feet like they were vacationing in a five-star spa resort. And I like the Keen’s looks. My Keens always featured a ‘squared off toe box’, which frequently attracted others’ comments with their unique look.

Besides the toe box, these shoes have a rocker-shaped sole. It’s seriously curved. In photos, their appearance prompted my eyebrows to rise in leery doubt on their own volition. But I tried on a pair and started walking around.

Quite comfortable. The curved sole does not seem as pronounced in hand — or on foot — as they do in the photo. Walking was a real surprise. The curved sole permits a more natural movement to me.

So, yeah, I’m pleased with my purchase. Just don’t expect me to tell you about my orthopedic footwear. They’re just shoes.

Floofitorium

Floofitorium (floofinition) – Hall, building, room, or space used for a gathering of animals. Origins: 1640, borrowed from the Flooftin, from floof “animal” + -tōrium, suffix of places.

In Use: “The way the cats and dogs took over the new house’s sun room, it was immediatly referred to as the floofitorium.”

In Use: “Although not the sunniest room, the spacious living room was carpeted and quiet, with several large houseplants, encouraging the household pets to treat it as their own floofitorium during late autumn and winter.”

In Use: “Her home office was a tiny place, but the animals all crowded in with Priscilla, leading her to laughingly tell others that she worked in a floofitorium.”

Sa’da’s Wandering Thoughts

My wife returned my library card to me, and delivered two books. As she was going to the library, she offered to pick up two books for me. I’d put them on hold and they’d come in.

“I want to read your books,” she announced.

I shrugged. “Go ahead.”

“No, I already have a train of books to read. I just — your books look interesting.”

The subjects of her book envy are The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang and The River We Remember: A Novel by William Kent Krueger.

Book envy. It must be the most benign of all envies.

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