STILL HAVE THUMB

It is probably a dead certainty that the majority of patients in the Emergency Room today are men, and that the reason that they are there is because of accidents with combustibles and explosives. Much of which will have involved their dominant hand. Even as we speak, there are detonations ongoing. Which will probably continue for several hours. I shall not delve into the damage, suffice to say that I have seen enough MRI images of hands which have had their best days that I can very well picture what is presently going on in their heads.

[It probably ain't pretty, and anyway it's probably not much.]


Boys, if you're going to do stupid things with gunpowder, consider at least doing so with your feet. That way you'll probably still be able to fill out the admission form and write love letters to your nearest and dearest. Who may have advised you to do something else and are now thinking "jayzis, I married/gave birth to an idiot".

Perhaps, as a back-up, you should cross-train one or two of your other limbs. Just in case.
It will make knife and fork use so much easier. As well as chopsticks for when you eat dimsum or noodle soup. And we'll admire your talent and determination.
Persevere, litte butterfly, persevere! Freedom!

Show gumption!

Not having to work today, I went down to Chinatown in the middle of the day for lunch. Best darn hotdog I've had in years. Real bread bun, toasted. Lettuce, sliced tomato, avocado, and cheddar. Some condimental stuff, and thick hot sauce. Quite excellent. Yes, in Chinatown. Hardworking people, limited English. I hope they prosper mightily.

Chinatown was jampacked. I'm sure they all appreciate the extra business, but that did mean there was nowhere to grab a cup of Hong Kong Milk Tea. Even the fresh dumpling place at which I was actually planning to eat was full-up. They don't have milk tea either, but Shanghainese are not, strictly speaking, a milk tea subculture.

On the other hand, the Financial District was delightfully empty. So walking down there smoking my pipe was a slice of heaven. No angry non-smokers to dodge.


So it's been a lovely day. Gwan, blow your giddy selves up.
Enjoy Trump's speechiewheechie, if that's your thing.
You know it's going to be all about him, right?

Happy two hundred and fiftieth.



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