Three Nights, Condensed

I was desperate to post something tonight, so I went outside, pulled one up, and dragged it in here. Got sand all over my carpet. You can't cram eight feet of post into a 17 inch monitor, so I had to saw it into much shorter pieces. However, that gives me many more, albeit shorter, posts to upload. If I'd known it was this easy, I would have never bothered to learn how to write.



On a more serious note, THE Wife is sitting next to the squirrel cage acclimating our new gliders to her presence. Already the male, whom we have named Vincent, has been out of the cage and all over her. The female, Violet, is more reserved and is allowing Vincent to sacrifice himself if it turns out we eat flying squirrels. The females are smart that way. Just to be on the safe side, we have the dog and cats put away while we play with the flying furballs.

I found out courtesy of a DVD made by the Discovery Channel that the moon might very well be responsible for Earth even being able to support life, period. It seems that the moon keeps the rotational axis of the planet fairly stable, which keeps our climate somewhat manageable, thus allows us to live on the surface of a relatively peaceful sphere which otherwise would not be. It seems that there are so many conditions necessary to allow life to exist on this planet that the odds of planets existing in pretty much identical orbits and circumstances are much narrower than I would have previously imagined. Maybe we ARE special after all, and wouldn't that be a bummer............

I really have no earthly idea why, but I would LOVE a cigarette right now. I do take comfort in the fact that I won't be running out to get one and I don't have any available to me here at the house, nor will I bum one off someone tomorrow at work. I'm still really bummed out concerning the weight I've been putting on since I quit smoking. Maybe I should go with the flow and just say fuck it; the wife seems to relish the idea of me getting fatter than her.......NOT that she's really FAT, mind you. NO. I gotta exercise. These ten pounds are coming the fuck BACK OFF!

OK, I didn't post this last night because I really thought it had potential, that it coulda been a contender, so I will finish up tonight with all new material. Please note I did not specify BETTER material, just new.

I just watched a NOVA episode about the DARPA competition to see who could build an autonomous vehicle that can maneuver and navigate across rough terrain without a human driver. The idea would be that we could convoy supplies across hostile territory (can you spell IRAQ?) without risking pretty little girls in uniform, aka Jessica. Several of the machines made it. Performing while under fire, well, that would be an accomplishment.



OK, I'm back again having delayed the posting of this or anything remotely interesting till tonight, IF I decide to post it.

THE Wife was off today and while she was playing with the squirrels, one, the adventurous male, got away from her and promptly disappeared into the hiding-place-rich expanse of our great room, or at least as best she can determine. She tore apart the place trying to find him, mashing her finger with the couch (it's amazing how this woman hurts herself) and still no squirrel to be found. Sigh.

We watched the Flaming Lips perform on Austin City Limits. This group has been around since the early 80's, unbeknownst to me and probably alot of people who weren't paying attention to what was going on in the musical underground. I DO remember hearing this weird song on the radio called "She don't use Jelly". Now I know who was responsible for it. This is one weird group.

You may have noticed strange pictures spread throughout this post. I assure you that they have nothing whatsoever to do with the subject material discussed here.