For the first time in a very, very long time, a comment spam got through my comment filter. I don’t usually realize just how much I rely on that filter to allow people to comment as they see fit.

Here’s to another year without one getting through!

The Gwigle Game

So, I spent a good deal of time late last night playing this game. I didn’t do too bad; Mary gave me a bit of assistance on a couple of items and I reciprocated on a different one for her.

Of course, it is all Beth’s fault.

Two of the answers were far too obscure for my tastes. There weren’t any clues in the text to get you started, even with Google. Fortunately, Mary’s very smart and well-educated.

A rather decent time waster…

With apologies to Shel Silverstein, this is what came to my mind as I was mowing the lawn. I couldn’t remember the words to his poem so I made up my own.

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Sara Cynthia Sylvia Stout
tended to mope and stomp about.

She wasn’t happy, she wasn’t glad.
On most days she was rather sad.

Her parents despaired of what to do,
they took her out to see the zoo,

The library and the museum.
Nothing seemed to work and then

They brought him home, she leaped for joy.
He became her favorite living toy.

She named him Spot; they played all day,
tumblin’ and chasing the blues away.

After a while the pup did find
something pressing was on its mind.

He yipped and yapped and ran about
trying in vain to just get out.

Finally he could take no more
and piddled on the living room floor.

He tinkled some more and on the wall,
He dribbled and drizzled and down the hall.

Finally when he could piddle no more,
He defecated on the kitchen floor.

Sara Cynthia Sylvia Stout
would not take the puppy out.

Update: I corrected the spelling in the title…

Someone recently turned up the gravity around me. At least I assume it is around me; no one else is complaining.

Sometimes it is just

so hard to

get the

next

step

out.

So, I’m driving in traffic and someone in front of me does something stupid. Now, this is normal in Utah; we have construction on every major north-south artery and people just don’t get that they won’t arrive earlier. Back to the subject…

Anyway, the idiot in front of me does something stupid. I’m annoyed, a little frustrated and then I notice that the dude is smoking. Immediately, my attitude changes – suddenly I’m thinking, aw, I guess it’s okay, he’s a smoker…

Wha-?

Then it hits me – I’m willing to excuse someone’s stupid behavior (poor driving) because they are doing something else I think is stupid (smoking). As if there aren’t stupid people who don’t smoke and smart people that do.

Anyone else messed up like that?