My doodles in my last meeting went from “does this pen work” to “this looks like some sort of Sinhala character or something” to what I consider an extremely creditable snail. Here’s the progression:
By popular request:
people are so stupid
http://www.slate.com/id/2163957?nav=tap3
apparently there’s some controversy
because not everything in david sedaris oeuvre is strictly true
which, duh
he’s not, like, a reporter
Jon Carroll thinks humorists require “latitude” to make things funny, a notion I find bogus. I find stories that are absolutely true—like the time one of my neighbors, dressed up to party on Saturday night, fell into a 55-gallon drum filled with human excrement and urine—the funniest.
i think that story would be funnier
if the lead character was writing an article about why all humor should be strictly true
and his chair tipped over into that bucket
but i guess that didn’t really happen
I got the same thing at Donut Hill this morning as most. It comes to $3.51, so I took a penny from the Jimmy Fund box and gave the cashier $5.01. She said my change was one-fifty and handed me $5.50. I took it, then gave back the five and said, one-fity, right? At the same time, I pocketed one of the quarters I got back and dropped the other in the Jimmy Fund box. The cashier then gave me back a one and a five. I took the one, leaving her with the five in her hand. This she took back and, flustered, tried to hand me another one.
I hate it when credit card forms on web sites don’t accept spaces between the groups of digits. They are obviously valid characters, since they appear on the card itself.
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I was looking at a horsechestnut tree on Cambridge St. – those things rule, with their leaves over a foot wide, and their cloudy bunches of dangling peppermint flowers.
My companion saw this racoon! It was much higher up at first, but my camera did not have the willpower to capture it so backlit.
He was scratching at bark with his clever hand. Wikipedia claims they’re named from the Algonquian word aroughcoune, “he who scratches with his hands”. OED shows that early whities in America didn’t have much consensus on what to call the thing. Capt. Smith, possibly taught the name by no less an authority than Pocahontas, has Rahaugcums, and then, four pages later, Raugroughcums. Other early writers have arocoune, Arathkone, Aroughcun. It is of course not surprising that we ended up with the version without an “a” at the front.
Here he is very cleverly descending from the tree into a hedge – he’s dangling headfirst and you can see that his tail is kind of motheaten and wimpy. Some other guy on the sidewalk thought it was using the tail to climb – I smiled politely but I don’t think that’s what was going on.
He then proceeded to calmly walk up a sidewalk, onto someone’s porch, over their railing and out of sight. Since they’re nocturnal, we thought he might be messed up in the head somehow, hydrophoby or whatever. But now I’m wondering if he might have had a den which got rained in? For the rain it be raining all the time lately.
