Diary 5/31 to 6/1/22: Dr, Hill, Sherlock, etc.; coffee and death risk; where's my ballot? laughing at the VA; my left hand; Anne Brontë's Agnes Grey; depressing Truthout; gun control hopeless; Wittgenstein, Marcel, and my reading.
Diary 5/14 to 5/15/22: Blog name change; Rosetta Stone package; social isolation; I'm 1 in 1000; trackpad problem solved; crazy kids; Hemlock Club meeting; future prospects; a couple of jokes.
Diary, 5/4 to 5/5/22: Rant about Roe; free lists; smoothie experiments; Marvel and Terminator; notes and journaling; what every intellectual wants? Actresses, drooling. Coming to take me away!
Sophie's World dissed; Collected Notes; new priorities; Tariq Ali; "best joke ever"; Saw franchise; baffled by Quine; "old man confusion"
Joy and depression; Tasty Words a hit at Hemlock Club; purple hair; no free car, sorry; Bullet Journal; a Simpsons dream; homeless family.
Dreams; books and movies; "hopefully"; Dickens and Camus quotes; Matrix: Resurrections; twitter quote; rewriting lessons.
Puns like these: Mother Goose and Lohen Grimm; Boris Not Quite Godunov; The Magic Flautas; Octet for Octopus; The Moonshine Sonata. Presented without apology or excuse, rather a lot of them, actually.
An old married couple has a disagreement about the bugs she can see but he can't. A humorous horror story.
I had a fantasy just now, an imagined conversation with he-who-shall-remain-nameless. I was telling him that I was worried about climate catastrophe, and he was denying. So I was thinking along these lines: “What, the oceans aren’t full of plastic? The species aren’t dying? The hurricanes are a hoax? The science is a conspiracy? What, the prayers of the Jews during the Holocaust were effective and they didn’t all die?” But...
A dream: it’s Final Jeopardy, but the middle contestant says that he doesn’t have a pen. Alex Trebek springs into action, going behind the contestant’s kiosk (lectern?) and pulls things out from underneath, including a ring about as large as a soccer ball. I think that he’s looking for a pen, but apparently not: he then rolls the kiosk away to allow another to be brought in, and I am surprised...
For those who cannot get enough of me on Twitter, I have collected my best for posterity, ICYMI.