What a morning this has been. The sun won’t be up yet for three hours and I’ve already learned:
- that there are many species of legless amphibians that secrete something like milk for their babies. They don’t have breasts so they just sort of spew it out and the pups lick it up. I guess that way they don’t have to get up for those $@#%^*€£ night feedings
- that there is a bird in Colombia that is male on one side of its body, and female on the other. Not an entire species of bird, just one. I get a headache just thinking about it. Don’t even get me started. My own left and right sides don’t always agree, even now.
- that Elon Musk is a perfect example of something I’ve brought up a couple of times over the years. A person can be gifted in one area and because they are celebrated get to thinking they are expert in all areas of life. That is okay until they open their mouths, as Mr. Musk has, and reveals himself to be a scientific genius who is also a social and political nutcase.
- that OTC birth control pills are now shipping and will soon be available in drugstores everywhere. Business is expected to be brisk. At the same time the Legion of Decency’s chain of Abstinence R’ Us stores is facing bankruptcy.* since only six people visited their establishments during the month of February, nationwide.
So who knows how much more knowledgeable I will be by the end of the day, and whether I will remember anything this evening of what I learned before breakfast.
*I totally made that part up. The Legion of Decency ceased operations in 1965, after 31 years of trying to be censors, and finally
disbanding when they realized that young Catholics were choosing to attend in droves the films that had received “morally unacceptable” ratings..
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From The New Yorker
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Robin and I are watching Resident Alien, on Netflix. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a series that has come down from the SyFy channel and is completely silly and not worth your while except … it is funny. Really funny. Laugh out loud stuff. The main character Alan Tudyk is a comic find, and there is a smart-aleck kid in it (Max) whose role I actually like. (Usually I am put off by such kids)
By the end of an episode you realize how many little bits of dialogue or action that the writers put in there that were hilarious but so small they were almost throwaways.
That’s all I’m going to say about it. Someone else might dislike its satire intensely, it is slightly naughty at times, and the alien has been sent to destroy all human life in earth, so there is that sober aspect. But it is likely that at supper tonight either Robin or myself will start chuckling at something we remembered from last night’s episode.
And … it takes place in Patience, Colorado.**
**This is not true. While it allegedly takes place in Patience CO, don’t bother to try to find it on a map because there is no such town. It was really shot in British Columbia.
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Had to make a trip to Grand Junction Tuesday, and noted that daffodils and forsythia were blooming, the buds on the willow trees are ready to open, and GJ is usually about a week ahead of us. We’ve stringing several 60 degree days together this week, which will push everything along.
All I can say is that it’s a pretty hazardous thing to do, this putting out vulnerable leaves and flowers so early. If I were advising these plants I’d suggest holding back for awhile. Hotheads. I find it really odd that since I make no effort to hide my qualifications, that the Universe so seldom asks for my advice.
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From The New Yorker
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Even if they aren’t wearing their MAGA hats on a particular day, there are some clues to identifying the Cluckians among us. This is helpful to know, just in case one was thinking of starting a discussion with one of them. A total waste of breath, that is.
- Cluckians do not own Priuses
- If a pickup truck is flying one American flag, it is likely being driven by a Cluckian, if there are two flags it is a certainty. My further observations are that as the number of flags per vehicle goes up, the IQ of the driver goes down
- Older Cluckian males invariably sport the facial expression of the terminally constipated
- Younger Cluckians tend to wear t-shirts with particularly offensive slogans on them, often suggesting the sort of behaviors that their leader has popularized
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Little Home In The Valley 