Hello and welcome to another edition of half-baked, the half-assed post, on this second day of standard time. I won’t complain about the extra hour of sleep, but I’m sure gonna bitch about the early darkness. Who came up with this harebrained scheme, anyway? The Marquis de Sade? Dracula? Mean girls? Who? I want names.
The cold, I believe, is depressing enough. Why make it worse (and even colder) by getting rid of sunshine, the one and only thing that makes it bearable? That’s just crazy, it goes way beyond the pale.
Yes, the days grow incredibly short, but have you noticed they also seem to last for freaking ever? One typical winter day has ninety-six hours. Did you realize that? I mean it, ninety-six. Snowy days are longer, they last a week and half. A mild summer afternoon, by comparison? Twenty minutes. Z-z-zip and it’s gone, bye-bye. The entire summer season takes, what, three days?
Winter loiters. It creeps and limps and dilly-dallies at a snail’s pace. A snail with sore feet, I might add. You know what I’d like to do to winter? I’d like to beat it with a math book. I would. Is that as irrational as it sounds? Aw, crap, it’s going to be a long wait for daylight saving time.
One day down, 125 to go. Hurry up March 9, 2014.
Well, enough of that, let’s think happy thoughts : ) Serenity now.
The Dog Lamp — What do you know, a delightfully whimsical lamp. You could definitely chase away the darkness with this puppy, couldn’t you? Unfortunately, it’s something like £200 ($320 US). Even so, it made my eyes light up. I want one.
Pokey LaFarge — Isn’t that a great name? Pokey LaFarge. I wonder if he has a brother named Gumby? You think? This guy’s tunes belong on scratchy, old 78s, not a CD. It’s sort of early jazz/country blues/foot-stomping stuff, not remotely gimmicky. His music is all original, but has an old-timey spirit. Heck, so does he; look at him. Now, listen …
Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife by Mary Roach — If I had a brain, this is what I’d like to be: Mary Roach. She’s the smartest, funniest writer in the land. Bar none. I adore her stuff, particularly Spook, a book about the human soul and life after death, ectoplasm, too. Check it out at your local library, buy a copy online, do whatever it takes. It’s gloriously funny and witty.
I can see by the clock on the wall (thank goodness for illuminated dials, right?) it’s time to bid you a fond adieu. So, adieu. This has been fun, our visit here today. Be sure not to miss the next exciting episode of half-baked, featuring all new material. Until then, keep your chin up and your headlights on. Ta-ta for now.
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