Chamblee54

It is a cold saturday before turkey day. Since I am too lazy to write fresh material, I will recycle. The product is a book report of Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas, by Thomas Eugene Robbins. When you read TER, you start to think, which can cause trouble in both Little China and Big Muddy. Just editing a book report from five years ago can have that effect.
A note on context. A load of laundry is in the machine, and will require a maintenance visit. The good news is that the device is working properly, and the drain is sending all the water to the county, without leaving any overflow on the floor. Somewhere between 19 and 39 minutes from now, the load will be done, and it will be time to hang it to dry in the back yard.
The music in the background is by JS Bach. The internet archive is chock full of high quality music by the gentleman. I can go back to listening to more recent music when the time is right.
In the text, the word arcana appears. It should not surprise anyone that a text about TER will have the word arcana, which rhymes with banana and Savannah … jfc, I hit the cntrl button instead of shift when spelling Savannah, and google docs had a hissy fit because it thought I wanted voice typing, and this device does not have a microphone … arcana is not recognized by spell check. The suggestions are canary, canard, narc, NASCAR.
So, the post is finished and posted. On a good day, it will get a viewer. I am posting almost exclusively for my own enjoyment. A Dick Cavett guest once said that reading and masturbation were the only solitary pleasures, but he never wrote a blog.
It is now 2315, roughly 14 hours after I started this. I originally thought I would write and write and write, but now the get up and go has done got up and went. Maybe it was when I got in from hanging the laundry out to dry. I decided to go for my morning walk, and put a bottle of water in my bag. Unfortunately, the cap on the bottle wasn’t shut all the way, and about half the bottle wound up in my bag. I had to empty the bag, set half of the contents out to dry, and take the bag out to the clothes line to dry. That was the high point of the day.
@The_Kyle_Mann Everyone remembers where they were the day CS Lewis died @chamblee54 I was in fourth grade. What really tore me up was Aldous Huxley. … Aldous Huxley was tripping on acid when he met his maker. JFK was dreaming about having a quickie with this girl he was going to meet after lunch, while Jackie was getting her pillbox hat retooled. As for CS Lewis, it was really an allegory for Jesus getting offed on the cross. Some people just know how to have a good time. 
Maybe a few notes more about HAIFP are in order. The first time I read HAIFP was early 1996. I was taking a break from smoking pot, and wondering if I was going to make it. After six weeks of misery, I was reading HAIFP one night. One character said, in the house of your mind, the pictures are all upside down. I walked over to a poster of Grace Jones, pulled the push pins out, and put it upside down. At that point, I realized that marijuana detox was going to work, but not until I finished my peanut butter and raw garlic sandwich. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.