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 Preface: I aim to get to No. 100 before I end this series.  Four to go.  Thoughtward!

🎱  The I-Me-Mine Rule:  Whenever a film or novel makes an early reference to a mine, you can be sure there will be an accident in said mine later in the story.  This convention is a close cousin of the Old-Yeller Rule: the more beloved the family dog, the more likely that a tragedy will befall said dog, especially if it performs a heroic act.

😫 Taking this a step further:  In 1950s movies, no one seemed to question the ethics of making children cry for dramatic effect.  Did they all assume young kids don’t remember and so that made it OK?  (See: circumcisions.)  Our mid-century-modern diminishment of children’s pain made it convenient for films like Giant (1956) to justify shooting a scene (please click to view) in which Pedro the Turkey transitions from family pet to surprise dinner guest:

I’m sure worse scenes have been shot in the name of entertainment — Clockwork Orange springs to mind here.  I only hope that all those actors’ memories were, in fact, short.

😠 Speaking of what now passes for popular entertainment: I’d like to propose a boycott of show-runners whose means of attracting and holding an audience is to craft a uniquely repellent bad guy, whose main purpose is to make sure we spend one episode after another longing for the bad guy’s comeuppance.  I had thought this tired practice had peaked with King Joffrey (Game of Thrones) but no, it goes on and on and on, in the name of draining viewers’ wallets.

Streaming, if I may redefine the term, is the process by which money streams from your bank account to those of Amazon, Netflix, Apple and Paramount.  Did I miss anyone?

💔 Poem for Soured Lovers:

Our love was like a lemon wedge

I gave you a squeeze

and was left with the rind

 

🏛  I seldom make endorsements (I’m no influencer, so who would care!) but I must say how pleased I’ve been over the years with our Capital One Quicksilver card.  I signed up for this card years ago because it has no annual fee and 1.5% cash-back on purchases.  But other features have also come in handy: my card and my spouse’s have unique numbers and security codes; there is no fee for international purchases; and Capital One notifies me via email of possible duplicate charges, international transactions and other unusual activity.  Say what you will about big corporations, this is pretty user-friendly.

🥨 Pretend you own a supermarket and you are über-organized and shopper-friendly.  Your decision: among what other products would you shelve bread crumbs?

supermarket shelf with bread crumbs

Ingles, our local supermarket, decided to shelve bread crumbs to the left of ramen noodles and matzo meal, to the right of instant mashed potatoes, and above the prefab stuffing mix (see image above).  This placement does serious injustice to bread crumbs, not to mention shoppers.

Bread crumbs, corn meal and like dry food staples belong in the same aisle as flour, sugar and rice — they surely have nothing in common with instant mashed potatoes and ramen. I say, bad decision, Ingles!  What do you say?

🥚 I am in my seventies and I’ve had several colonoscopies.  (It is true — and it rhymes!)  As my fellow subjects know, the sweet-salty colonoscopy prep drink — and whatever you choose to mix it with — is nothing one’s palate ever forgives or forgets.  Little did I know that, due to my chosen mixture, ginger ale would forever be ruined for me.

My most recent colonoscopy made me think, why not invent a tongue-cover so that people wouldn’t have to taste that shit on its way down the chute.  But of course, someone already thought of this — I found just such a product on Amazon: 

Next time I need a colonoscopy, I’m checking this out — it may be my next endorsement.

😱 Chapman University of California recently released its 2025 list of top American Fears, things you and I supposedly fear the most, based on its survey of 1,015 adults.  Here are the top five items on Chapman’s fear list:

  • Corrupt government officials
  • People I love becoming seriously ill
  • Economic/financial collapse
  • Cyber-terrorism
  • People I love dying

My first observation:  I could argue that the root causes of these fears are all interrelated, hence not independent fears.  My second observation:  One’s fears are highly correlated to one’s age-cohort.  For example, people in their 20s don’t need to worry so much about the people they love becoming ill or dying — that gets real a few decades later for most of us.  What young people really need to fear is how AI has a non-zero possibility of upending everything we know about authenticity and the role and value of people.  Amazingly, that didn’t even make Chapman’s list.  Let’s check in with them next year, shall we?

🗑️  One thing I am NOT going to endorse are Kenneth Cole Reaction wallets.  I decided to treat myself to a new wallet last Christmas, and I ordered a Kenneth Cole Reaction trifold.  I waited until Christmas Day to open it, and only then discovered that Macy’s had shipped me the wrong wallet, a bifold.  By that time I thought, oh well, I’ll live with it.  It was only a matter of weeks until the wallet started to deteriorate, leaving residue on my credit cards and falling apart at the seams:

This was the wallet after just ten weeks.  But I was so disgusted with it after six weeks that I ordered a new, hand-made wallet from Popov Leather.  No more Kenneth Cole Reaction for me — my reaction is, what a P.O.S!

🥸  My spouse asked me, “How do you spell Borders, like the book store?”  My response: B‑A‑N‑K-R-U-P-T.  I was sort of proud of that, being that snappy comebacks generally come to me ten minutes too late.  In fact, my comeback was so good that I felt compelled to write it down before I forgot.  So you’re welcome — weeks after the fact.

Here’s another:  “That isn’t a wine glass.”  “Any glass that has wine in it is a wine glass.”

I felt compelled to write that down too.

 

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𓃑  On a recent CBS Sunday Morning, we watched 7-year-old Xuanyi Geng solve the 3×3 Rubik’s Cube puzzle in 3.05 seconds, a world-record.  I was duly impressed, because this is almost 100 times faster than I can mix a second martini.

🛟  Of my handful of phobias and triggers, the one that bothers me the most viscerally is the “stranded at sea” film premise, especially if treading water is involved.  I’ve endured too many films in that genre (Adrift, Open Water, The Reef) and refuse to view any more.  I was never a confident swimmer; but having my tow-rope break while water-tubing in Lake Erie decades ago, and only then finding out that my life-jacket was more-or-less an anti-flotation device…

It was all I could do to bob up and down in the chilly lake water and catch quick gasps for what felt like forever until the boat could circle around and pick me up.  Not to mention the feeling, as the boat oh-so-slowly turned around, of the live end of the broken tow-rope slithering through my ankles as I worked to keep my head above water.

The two noteworthy parts of this story: there were no sharks in Lake Erie that afternoon; and I lived to write about it.

🐻  I’ve been pondering how best to scare away treat-seeking black bears that visit our deck and/or climb our dogwood trees.  Whistles aren’t that effective and clanging pot lids only mildly startles them.  Now if bears would only growl insults about Trump, I could count on his MAGA troops taking care of them for me.

🐧 Here’s what I’ll say about animals.  Animals may crap in the woods all their lives but animals don’t churn out millions of big-screen TVs and laptops and electronic devices and appliances that last a few years and then wind up in landfills, buried next to the boxes they were shipped in.  If Amazon even remotely resembled a responsible organization, it would buy landfill space equal to the volume of crap it ships to its customers every year.

🍔  Let’s talk about sloppy joes.  [Vegetarians, you may be excused from this item.  I’ll let you know when it’s safe for you to return by displaying a cucumber emoji.]  Now, regards sloppy joes — you are either the kind of person who heaps the sloppy joe mix onto the bun and tackles the mound with knife and fork, or the kind of person who eats sloppy joes in a more refined way, with a dry top, like a hamburger, but secretly thinks the other way looks way more delicious.

Me, I used to be in the latter category but age has allowed me to the embrace the truth and the mess of the former.

🥩 Fake out!  Not a cucumber!  Can’t come back yet!

🥒 George Harrison’s song “What is Life,” from his 1970 solo album All Things Must Pass, disappointed me when I first listened to it, in that its title promised far more than the song delivered.  I was just 17 and looking for answers — while Harrison was 27 and presumably had the answers, because he was a Beatle!

Is it better to be young and not know what you don’t know, or to be old and know too late what you should have known?  If only we could choose — but that is life.

🤠  Kristi Lynn Arnold Noem, seen below in her official X photo, has been U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security in the reign of Donald II since January 25, 2025.  Kristi was born to the Arnold family in 1971.  At age 18, she claimed the title of South Dakota Snow Queen.  Kristi appended the N to her KLAN initials at age 21 upon marrying Bryon Noem.

“We were a rodeo family,” she said. “So I always competed in the rodeo queen contests that they had. I think I won one of them one time.  My mom believed in doing those kind of things because they taught you basic horsemanship and also the interview skills she knew were very important and public speaking and interaction with other people.”

Yay for interactions with like-minded people, the one and perhaps only thing she’s good at as a shill for Trump.

🥨 I’ve had a lot going on this year, healthwise, that I haven’t shared here.  Not that I’m hiding things but it wouldn’t educate or encourage discourse.  Once my issues are settled, hopefully soon, I am anxious to resume posting my usual dumb comics, marginal poetry, obtuse science and math problems and other commentary that I hope makes people wince or smile with me.  Preferably the latter, but the times often dictate otherwise.

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⛳ Donald Trump’s most favorite golf ball is the Titleist Pro V1, made in Fairhaven, Mass.  Although Massachusetts is a blue state, this still counts as a win for Trump because, even after tariffs, Trump can now lose twice as many Titleists compared to foreign-made balls and still come out ahead.

Oh, did I say lose balls?  My error, Trump doesn’t lose balls.  As the Allman Brothers sang, you can’t lose what you never had.

🫅 Speaking of foreign trade, I didn’t know until now that the legendary folktale, “The Emperor’s New Clothes” — published by Hans Christian Andersen in 1837 — most likely originated in 11th-century India.  So, if you’ve been thinking Trump’s “new clothes” look pretty old, you are spot-on by about a millennium.

🎓 Moving along, here is my first thermodynamics joke, at least on this site.  What is the difference between heat and money?  Answer: Heat flows from objects with more of it to those with less of it, whereas money…

Now you know everything you need to know about thermodynamics, and maybe money, without being either the world’s richest person or the world’s most thermodynamic one. (As always, I encourage you to follow my links.)

😈  The other day, I rather innocently searched Google for the term “deliver us from evil.”  (Actually, there was no rather about it as I was indeed totally innocent — but if I were not, should anyone believe such assurances?)  Anyway, Google returned 16 items related to the 2014 film of the same name before offering a link to the origin of the phrase: the so-called seventh petition in the Lord’s Prayer (Matthew 6:13).  Good ol’ Godless Google.

In any event, if people believe that praying to an invisible being will deliver us from evil… well, much like Robert F. Kennedy Jr., I’d like to see placebo studies first.

😉 Here’s another joke, minus thermodynamics.  Why did the compulsive swearer drive to the hardware store?  Answer: To get his profane tank filled, dammit.

👓  It was 50-60 years ago, but I still smart at the years I was smart-shamed.  This is a term, which I only recently discovered, that neatly captures the mocking, isolation and put-downs by one’s schoolmates once they sense your intelligence and respond with their “negative admiration” forever after.  Young victims of smart-shaming don’t understand why they are being blamed for things they know and insights they have — which leads to hiding, pretending, under- or over-confidence, cynicism, withdrawal, or all the above.

It helps greatly when a smart-shaming victim has a supportive friend, who in my case was named Bill.  Bill didn’t take advanced subjects, but that was irrelevant — I never felt that Bill was less smart than me or that he saw me as smarter than him.  I can’t remember the subject ever coming up.  Although our paths diverged after college, I carried with me the support of his unconditional friendship for decades.  A much-belated thank you, Bill.

🎓 I once assumed that smart-shaming was a Baby-Boomer relic, a tribal behavior like  William Golding depicted in Lord of the Flies, i.e., muscle guys vs. weak nerds, and that the practice had finally succumbed to bully-outing.  But I was surprised and discouraged to learn that smart-shaming is endemic among Filipinos, in ways which echo the attitudes in MAGA America.  Feel free to leave the site and explore that informative link.

🪙 This digital collage (below) started out as a way to make a lame noncentsical pun, but it turned into a re-appreciation for the Indian Head/Buffalo nickel (1913-1938), one of the two most elegant U.S. coins.  (The other is the art-nouveau Walking Liberty half-dollar).  

Both faces of the Indian Head/Buffalo nickel were designed by James E. Fraser, probably best-known for his sculpture “End of the Trail.”  Unfortunately, this nickel was prone to wear — as you knew if you were lucky enough to find one and tried to read the date — and the design was replaced in 1938.

A painting of Fraser’s “End of the Trail” sculpture was used as the cover image for the 1971 Beach Boys album “Surf’s Up” which was one of our college favorites.

🌎 Here’s a geography quiz just for my spouse.  (She loves geography more than life itself, and if you don’t believe me, just ask her — here are her contact details.)  Say you want to fly from the largest city north of the Arctic Circle to the largest city south of the Antarctic Circle.  To the nearest 1,000, how many air-miles will you earn?

Answer:  You will earn zero miles, as there are no permanent human settlements south of the Antarctic Circle.  So get ready for a very long wait for your departing flight from the Murmansk (Russia) Airport.

Alternate Answer:  Okay, that was a bit unfair.  The southernmost airport in the world happens to be the Guardia Marina Zañartu Airport, which may sound like an imaginary location from Mission Impossible but is actually on the southern tip of Chile, 943 miles north of the Antarctic Circle.

🎁 “The President and the First Lady strongly encourage all Americans to consider sending contributions to their favorite charities in lieu of gifts to the First Family.”

Oh, sorry, that was the Obama administration gift policy.

I just sent a note to whitehouse.gov about the Trump administration’s current gift policy, because I couldn’t find one online.   If I hear back, I will be sure to let y’all know.

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