As happens occasionally, I scroll through the usual suspects to see what strikes my interest and to which I think something else needs to be said. Today was one of those interesting days when all I found was more of the same, more culture war battles over issues beaten to death and more predictions of legal doom that have yet to happen but are carefully worded to put the fear of disaster into the hearts of those with more fear than knowledge.
I didn’t feel like playing today. There was nothing new or interesting, and I prefer not to repeat myself if there is no nuance that raises some variation on a theme. I started to write a post this morning, and after getting about three paragraphs in, realized that it was nothing new, had nowhere to go and offered nothing of even arguable insight.
If you need red meat, Cathy Young has a great post at the Bulwark about cancel culture, and as always, she’s thorough, thoughtful and fair. My take is somewhat different in that I look to define cancel culture, to distinguish what is wrong with it from the ordinary consequences of someone saying something offensive or outrageous and meeting criticism. But I’ve already written this, so as much as the issue persists, there’s no reason for me to write about it again.
There was the NYT op-ed about ridding society of leaf blowers, but I felt pretty bad for the Times that it’s now reduced to publishing op-eds about leaf blowers, which proves they, too, have run out of things to publish and are now in desperation mode.
At WaPo, social warrior Alexandra Petri dedicates her real estate to the “50 Best Halloween songs, which ironically includes The Door’s People Are Strange.
So no new substantive post today. Maybe there will something new and interesting to write about tomorrow, or not. Unlike so many of you, I can’t predict the future so I will just have to wait until tomorrow to find out. Have a great day.
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I […] realized that it was nothing new, had nowhere to go and offered nothing of even arguable insight.
As tough as it may be to find inspiration now and then, please don’t resort to plagiarizing my writing.
I only steal from the best.
A joke, then, for your amusement.
An 85-year-old man was requested by his Doctor for a sperm count as part of his physical exam.
The doctor gave the man a jar and said, ‘Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow.’
The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor’s office and gave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day.
The doctor asked what happened and the man explained, ‘Well, doc, it’s like this — first I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing.
‘Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then with her left, still nothing She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with her teeth out, still nothing.
‘We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, first with both hands, then an armpit, and she even tried squeezin’ it between her knees, but still nothing..’
The doctor was shocked!
‘You asked your neighbour?’
The old man replied,
‘Yep, none of us could get the jar open.’
This is exactly what I needed this morning. Thank you, Chris.
Years ago, two teenage brothers are driving through farm country late one night, when their car breaks down. They walk to the nearest building with lights, a farmhouse. An old farmer answers the door, listens to their story, and takes pity on them. He leads them to the spare bedroom, and says “now don’t you go getting an ideas about interacting with my daughter tonight while you are here.”
Some time later there is a quiet knock on the door and lo and behold, his daughter lets herself in. She says “You know, it gets pretty lonely out here, and I sure would like some interactions, if you boys wouldn’t mind. But you have to wear these to make sure I don’t get pregnant.”
The next day, the farmer gives them a ride into town, where they make arrangement to get their car fixed and get on their way.
Weeks later, at home, the younger bother says to the older, “You remember that girl we were with at the farm that night?”
“Yup.”
“Do you really care if she gets pregnant?”
“Nope.”
“So can we take these damned things off?”
I don’t recall anyone using the word “interactions” in that joke before.
Good one. I have a memory for jokes and seldom hear one I don’t know.
In 1992, I won a $100 bet that I could go for four hours telling jokes w/o repeating one. Granted, the guy gave up after just over two hours, complaining about the quality of the jokes… but I’d never said they’d be good jokes.
Anyway, thanks for adding to my repertoire.
What a day, we got music, we got comedy – now some more of the latter.
Even when I have nothing, I got you, babe.
There ain’t no hill or mountain
We can’t climb
(I try not to miss a cue, real or imagined.)
Ain’t no mountain high enough.
If you ever need a helping hand
I’ll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can
Nothing going on in the culture wars? Ah well then, perhaps a day to talk about something grown-up and meaningful? It’s hard not to notice you’re always crying foul about how one side or the other is turning far this way or far that, but in the real halls of power, the left has been steady up the middle for decades, while the right is careening off the DW-NOMINATE map for ideological purity over the last 20 years.
Chris’ joke was funnier than yours.
Sorry Pa, the book club micro-doses shrooms for our brainstorming sessions and it looks like Jake missed the “micro” part and left the trap house. I’ll make sure he gets home safe, the poor guy.
Jake, these takes aren’t ready for prime time, bud. Make sure to stay hydrated and calm until the trip wears off.
Good ‘shrooms will do that.
When the main feature can’t go on, you gotta have some backup.
Maybe your Healey needs a stablemate.
https://www.autotrader.com/cars-for-sale/vehicledetails.xhtml?listingId=608806464&makeCodeList=MCLAREN&zip=85701&state=AZ&city=Tucson&dma=&searchRadius=50&listingTypes=USED&isNewSearch=false&referrer=%2Fcars-for-sale%2Fmclaren%3F&clickType=alpha
Do you have any idea how hard those things are to parallel park?
Scott H. Greenfield.
“ Today was one of those interesting days when all I found was more of the same…”
Ecclesiastes 1:9
“ The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.”
Even more bizarre is that Alexandra Petri makes no mention of a primary argument for the song’s inclusion: its iconic use in the prescient 1980s punch-a-vampire sociopolitical allegory “The Lost Boys.”
She lost me when she failed to include “Laurie.”
…is good news! Silly.
Now stop your worrying about the sociology-s, strap your naked ass on the pendulum, crack a noon-er beer if if you must, put some fire under some meat tonight, then get some fucking sleep, and then lets back to the math-s of “law” shall we?
Anthropology-s of “law” would be cool too, but that’s still a bit above your current pay grade and recreational acumen perhaps?
Anyway, they way you have been all whistling dixy and aggregating yourself across the fields as of late, it was just a matter of time before all that exhausting and stinky sociology-s mud found the axels of your buggy anyway.
Oh yeah… you have a great day too, and not one of those, check out line exchanges sort of great days either, I am talking about a backslash explanation point sort of great day!
You know one of those, “what-the-fuck-have-I-been-thinking,-fuck-this-shit-, sort of good days…
Or something like that, but what do I know…you are probably out shopping for a lift extension for your buggy as I type?