FRUITCAKE IS WHAT KARAOKE SOUNDS LIKE

There seem to be many more marginal types about than normal. Perhaps it's the weather? Personally I would like to think existential despair, what with climate change, the state of the world, and the dawning realization that voting for MAGA to "own" the liberals will result in shortages, job loss, and increased civil unrest, but that would require too much intellectual clarity from a population known to be dumber than the average monkey. Remember, the third pounder failed because most Americans believed that it contained less beef than the quarter pounder, and this is also the country where a state legislature once proposed to make pi (π) officially 3.2 because that would be so much easier (the vote was postponed when some people pointed out that they didn't have the power to define mathematical truth).

Also, in this state some of our lawmakers are proposing setting π as three exactly, because they don't want substandard students to be frustrated, or even think that some numbers are inherently more important than other numbers. It would traumatize them. Plus it leads to all kinds of problems with obsessives and people on the spectrum.


"Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached ... "


Yeah, um, there are very good reasons why we put a man on the moon. We stole a whole bunch of German scientists, that's why. We don't know how they done it, but we couldn't have did it without them.

While heading down to my usual spot puffing my pipe I felt somewhat uneasy. Though the streets were mostly empty, there were odd individuals demonstrating eccentric behaviours evident, including the flaked out dude listening to rap in the niche near where I usually end up while waiting for the bookseller.

At one point I clarified to a passer-by that it was not marijuana in my pipe but a mostly red Virginia loose-pressed flake with some Turkish and Perique compounded by Jeremy Reeves at Cornell & Diehl for Low Country Pipe and Cigar in the Carolinas, which is the brick and mortar representation of Laudisi Enterprises, who own Cornell & Diehl.
After which he asked if I was by any chance a doctor.
Possibly because of all the words.

It's probably a good thing that he didn't ask me what π (pi) was. Which is the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter, very approximately 3.141592653589793238462643 et cetera.

Both of the places to which the bookseller and myself go after the burger joint were packed. Europäische intellektuellen at one place, loud trashy karaoke yutzes at the other. We ended up at the bail-out bar, which was nearly empty and quite sane by comparison. Actually sane in real terms. Not just relative to elsewhere. Sane is good.

At present I'm wide awake and sparkling, because I drank tea.
It should wear off in an hour or two.


Things are more fraught at this time of year.



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