Lunacy not linked to the full moon
In the natural progression of things, each new season comes with its own symbol. Fall(ing) leaves, snow(y) winter, robins in spring and then, summer.
Two for my signs of summer. First, my proposed vacation dates have been submitted. Happily, the paper didn’t rebound like some oddly formed rubber ball. And my netbook is back in action. I had placed the hard drive into storage, and so there was no need to reconfigure. Pop off the back plate, switch out the loaner media for the “real” and take the time to apply six months worth of updates. Piece of cake. I’ll worry about the battery life later.
Another season of The Big Bang Theory has ended. A wedding, a rocket, some other stuff. Good comedy.
I should change channels and go for some American Idol, but the passion just isn’t there this season. Tonight the pack will drop to “Final Three”, which means I can wait a week or two more and catch the blowout extravaganza. In a rare moment of “it makes sense”, the VoteForTheWorst site is actually backing the only talent. How does that work?
My sibling is in Rome. I’ve contemplated going into cyberspace to purchase a copy of Latin For Canadian Schools, in case she changes mother tongue. I mean, I can still decline verbs and nouns, but a visit to the Eternal City probably bestows knowledge beyond that granted by years of Ontario high school education. Semper preparatus!
And in keeping with political lunacy (in no way do I blame the recent full moon), the bill to criminalize “covering your face with a mask during a riot” has doubled the proposed penalty to 10 years.
