So there’s a TV ad for the anti-depressant drug Zoloft, and it shows a little cartoon animation of chemical activity at a synaptic connection. Below that is the crucial disclaimer, “dramatization.”
Is there anyone out there who thought they were showing an actual photographic record or something? Oy.
Got my property-tax bill today. Over $5100. I don’t have that much in the bank, or in outstanding invoices. I don’t know how the hell I’ll pay it. I also don’t feel like I’m getting good value for my money, though as Will Rogers once said “it’s a good thing we don’t get all the government we pay for.”
Proof that everything is out there on the Internet: zombie pinups. Don’t ask me how I found this site, I’m not sure myself.
This brings me back to a point I’ve made before: if we’re going to be the good guys in this war, we really need to be good guys. This is not good-guy behavior.
You know the saying “God loves fools”? Guess it suits me. Turns out that while I was dropping Sage off at I-35 and 38th, a funnel cloud was touching down nearby, at I-35 and MLK (and was headed towards us). No wonder the driving seemed so dicey. I don’t know of anyone who got hurt, though a lot of people lost power.
Nuts!
One of the consequences of a heavy rainstorm this time of year is a nut-storm. There are three big pecan trees on my property, and this year, they were heavily laden with nuts. Not anymore. They mostly got knocked off by the incredible rainstorm we had last night. My back deck was so covered with nuts this morning that I had to thread my way across it lest I crush several nuts with each step. Just gathering up nuts that were in the way of foot-traffic, I filled half a shopping bag. That’s a lot of nuts.
What’s really weird is the distribution of nuts in the backyard. Have you ever walked by a creek that had risen and then subsided, leaving a line of debris where it was highest? That’s what it was like in my yard: there was a ring with an unbelievably high concentration of nuts around the yard; in the middle of the yard, which is a little lower, not so many nuts. Makes it easier to gather ’em up.
Man, what a rainstorm we are having! I was dropping Sage off at an appointment less than a mile away, and actually thought about pulling over because driving was so dicey. Lightning striking very close by. Wild.
Last night was firenight, as usual. Again, a lot of newcomers. It was fun. I got pictures. I brought out an experimental set of finger wands, which newcomer Diedre and Mel both tried out.Someone had abandoned puppies on the tracks behind Cafe Mundi (this kind of thing makes me really angry). They were really cute, even as puppies go, but had a puppy-like tendency to get underfoot, which is especially bad when playing with toxic fuels and fire. Anyhow, I think they found homes by the end of the evening.
Tracy and I went and saw Dave Edmunds Saturday night at the Cactus Cafe. What a great show! It was a solo show. He had on this shirt, a swirly purple and black pattern on velvet that would make suitable wallpaper at a goth-hippy whorehouse. He was playing a pretty black Guild acoustic run through four effects boxes. A lot of thumb-picking, with a bluegrass style that threatened to lapse into Smokey Mountain Breakdown at times. A lot of old standards played in inventive ways–he did an instrumental version of the Beatles’ Lady Madonna, and the audience would all shout out “see how they run” at the appropriate moment. He played a little classical guitar, then he played Classical Gas and followed that with his very unique take on classical music, in this case Mozart.For his encore, he came out with a Telecaster that had some weird device lashed on below the bridge; it turned out that this was a remote control for a rhythm box that accompanied him on a wild version of Flight of the Bumblebees.
Hey, I just noticed it’s a binary day. So is tomorrow. That’ll be the last one for 1001 (expressed in binary) years. I am such a geek.