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Time Traveling for Beginners

This was one of those work posts.

But, hey, guess what? I just recently discovered Dr. Who!!!!

My Grandma Drank Postum

And now I know why. Who could resist such a beard?

Another Beautiful Day In Wisconsin

Having lived in both California and Wisconsin, I believe that people in Wisconsin spend much more time outdoors. That's because you expect it to be nice out in California, so you take it for granted. But in Wisconsin, every beautiful day, we say,

"It's a beautiful day! Let's go out and enjoy it! I'm not spending a moment inside today! We've got to go outside today, because pretty soon it will be so freakin' cold that we will never be able to go outside again. We have to enjoy the last nice day." We lament horrific obligations that deny us enjoying the weather, like going to work. And then, inevitably, there are 132 last nice days. And we've been out enjoying every last one of them!

Meanwhile, in California, I'd be sitting inside watching movies all day, baking cookies, and looking nonchallantly out the window now and then at the perfect weather I'd come to expect as my birthright.

Okay, maybe not that bad, but still. It's funny. This weekend is the tenth "last weekend of summer" I've had this year. There's no problem with that, of course.

And yeah, the picture has nothing to do with the content! It's my blog and I'll do what I want to!

I had to start posting again, because Jen's Dad was harassing me. (His texts are surprisingly mellow, almost hippie-like in nature.) (Hi, Mr. Golden! )

Halt! When there's nothing.

They've remade the movie Flashdance, I think. (I'm afraid to confirm this terrible notion.) Is nothing sacred? I watched that movie twelve times when I was ten years old. Or a hundred and twelve times. Something like that. (The stripper/ steel worker sleeping her way to the top was a wonderful role model for me.)

Why do they remake good movies? (Good in some sense. I mean, people liked Flashdance.)

They should remake bad movies, and make them good! Remaking good movies just sets us all up for a terrible disappointment. Remaking bad movies and making them good, well that's something worth doing! Remake the Day After Tomorrow, and have the weather be realistic, and nobody burning books when you could burn tables. Remake Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, and have it be something that incorporates the general feel of the book without sticking so terribly to the plot. Remake The Human Centipede and um... maybe it could be about a hip, new dance? Remake all of the magician movies where the magic is supposedly real as musicals. It makes no sense anyway, right? And what could be more magical than a musical? Remake every Vin Diesel movie with Benicio del Toro instead of Vin Diesel.

You see where I'm going with this. Make the world a better place! Remake bad movies and make them good!

Farm Blog

I have a new blog all about the farm here.

Assumptions

Remember a while back when I shot those two raccoons that had been eating the turkeys?

Remember how they had eaten two of the turkeys?

I found the remains of part of one of the turkeys, a white one. The other turkey was a brown one that I just assumed was entirely eaten. This was at the beginning of the summer.

A few days ago, I was driving home. I had to stop for a turkey crossing the road. It was about a half mile east of home. This is common. Except- this turkey was not with a group of turkeys. It was all alone. And it didn't look like all of the wild turkeys. It was brown, and damned if it didn't look like that brown turkey I thought was eaten by the raccoons!

Hm...

"That's damned good coffee."

I guess most people try to quit drinking coffee. I don't know why. I, however, just started drinking coffee this past year. Fist one cup a day, then two, then three. It's wonderful.

And also, Twin Peaks.

Fashion It So

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I'm really all about this blog, Fashion It So. This is a blog where they criticize and compliment the various fashions from that old TV show, Star Trek, The Next Generation. It's really funny. Especially if you have seen every episode of Star Trek, the Next Generation more than once. I know exactly which episode they are writing about, without re-watching anything. I can even correct their errors- although I'm satisfied to note that there are two writers, and they correct one another so I don't have to. Yes, I am a geek. Really really a geek.

Something I very much enjoy is that the authors think that Jean-Luke Picard is hot. And so do I.

And haven't you ever admired Whoopi Godberg's hat? I mean, seriously. How could you not?

I've been reading this blog a lot, reading back entries, everything. It's a fun way to defragment my brain after a half day with the volatile and insecure teenagers.

An almost disturbing thing has started happening, though. I saw a coworker I don't much enjoy yesterday, and my mind sort of went like this,

"Oh my god. I can't believe she wore that for the first day of school. Okay for a Packer game, but seriously? And it's half tucked in. That hairstyle is truly 1985..."

And then I was laughing to myself. Which is actually a good thing. Except I was laughing at someone else's expense, except that she didn't know, except isn't it just malicious?

Anyway, I still enjoy the blog. Even if it does make me think un-nice thoughts.

When Teenagers Overheat

Something odd happened on the first day of school today. It was excessively warm here in Wisconsin. In my classroom, it was between 90-95 f with a humidity level of 80-90 percent. The custodians gave us a giant fan, but it was too loud to leave it on. We couldn't hear anything. I plunged through the lesson plan, which was an outline of the class, mostly rules and procedures. They listened for the most part politely, but as soon as I went over the procedure for visiting the drinking fountain, 3,078 people signed out to use the drinking fountain. I don't know how this was possible in a class of twenty, but there you have it.



Tomorrow, it's supposed to be even hotter.