Clocks and shooting the flu
There are some real possibilities ahead. After all, I can reset dozens of clocks, in just a few hours. Randomly. It won’t fool people for long, but you do what you can. As well, the annual “shoot the flu” has begun (did I get that right?) which means that I can head on over and pretend to be old / young/ ill / in contact with someone else who fits or more of the previous categories. I like to think of my vaccination as an effort to improve my summer holiday quota.
Today, by contrast, involved little more than a bit of proxy football. That’s where I listen to a game being reported by the people responsible for presenting another game, and I get to cheer because MY team is winning. I guess you have to be there. The Rouge et Or have made it through to the regional finals, and should by virtue of talent get to add their name plate to the big trophy next weekend.
The best way to watch TV is on my schedule without advertising. With modern technology, that is possible. I’m keen to watch the whole of last season’s Last Man Standing. Think about it: Tim Allen, as a ham. There has to be a giggle or two squirreled away in there. Speaking of squirrels, I came this close (imagine two fingertips, in proximity) to ending the travels of one grey road warrior this afternoon. He slammed on his “brakes” so that I didn’t have to use mine, and there was no sign of him in the rear view mirror so I’m assuming he found safety. But, it was that close.
