My Sick Mind

It's midnight. Two hours from now, it will be one hour from now. Just as I do when I'm trying to remember how many days there are in a certain month, I find myself reciting a silly phrase to decide what to do with my clock today. Fall back. Of course, I could fall forward, but that wouldn't go with the first half of the saying. Modern Daylight Savings Time was first proposed in 1907 by William Willett , and saw its first widespread use in 1916. Now, our government has taken it to ridiculous extremes. At this point, we are on "regular" solar time for only about three months. I suppose, if we set the clocks an hour ahead and left them there, technically it wouldn't be Daylight Savings Time, since we wouldn't be saving anything. Can we really save daylight? Wouldn't we accomplish the same thing if we persuaded businesses to open and close an hour earlier? I'd start work at 7 if I could be finished by 3:30. That might piss off the teachers, since thei...

Today, November 1 is traditional around the old office. How, you ask? Glad you asked. The tradition is that on the day after Halloween, the giant bowl of candy appears. It's the giant bowl that one employee brings in filled with all the Halloween candy that they didn't give to the hungry, begging children yesterday. It is our gift now. It is filled with Reese's cups, miniature Butterfinger bars, miniature bags of M&M's (plain and peanut) and ... well, mostly miniatures, including the world's most ridiculous Snickers ... um ... bar. They're so small (slightly larger than a United States penny) that the only thing there is room for on the wrapper is the phone number that you should call if you have a question or comment. I have both. Question: Who needs a Snickers bar this tiny? Does the wrapper weight more than the candy? Comment: I don't need a tiny Snickers bar. I would much prefer the regular size Snickers, since all this does is piss me off that ...

But then , rocket science isn't what it used to be, either. There must be some downtime at the space agency, and it's nice to know that they fill their idle hours over here at the blog. So I have that going for me. One of the rocket scientists was searching "Hillary Big Booty" and stumbled on this , which probably annoyed them to no end. And how nice that the folks at the Pepsi Bottling Company stumbled on this post about my favorite chemically-altered water-flavored beverage. Better late than never. Meanwhile , not one trick or treater tonight. It's not all that unusual, since I haven't had a trick or treater (are they called something else?) since I moved in here 17 years ago. When I was a kid (when dinosaurs roamed the earth) condos and apartment complexes were the Holy Grail for any kid begging for candy on Hallowe'en. Now, it isn't "safe" to go to anyone's home that you don't know, so here I sit with my de rigueur black cat a...

OK , in response to yesterday's mind-numbing post on the current sorry state of organized religion, I'll lighten it up a little. Politics. Democrat presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich was in town the other day, and had this to say about our sitting president: " I seriously believe we have to start asking questions about his mental health," Kucinich, an Ohio congressman, said in an interview with The Philadelphia Inquirer's editorial board on Tuesday. "There's something wrong. He does not seem to understand his words have real impact." I'll tell you what. It's still early, but I'm starting to listen to Dennis. For most of my life we've elected television candidtates. That is, guys (guys, that's another story) who look or act nice on the TV. The ones we perceive as dull and boring (e.g. Al Gore) get kicked to the curb. I think it's about time we elected a dull guy with a brain in his head. Wednesday is some sort of secula...

Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God. - Lenny Bruce While I was out wasting time and precious gasoline on Saturday, it occurred to me that there are an awful lot of opulent churches around. Huge palaces with parking lots the size of a supermarket's are dotting the landscape. Some are more magnificent than gambling casinos, and ironically, look like space vehicles. They're mostly the new ones, and if your area is anything like mine, a new and bigger one goes up every six months or so. I figured there must be a lot more money in organized religion than even my cynical mind had thought. How else could they build these tax-free palaces? Can it just be from their patrons? I guess the contractors donate a certain amount of time and materials, but still there's maintenance and utility bills to pay. They do pay utility bills, right? Please tell me they do. Anyway , what I was thinking is that it's an awful scam to be pulling on people, if i...

If you're looking for one of those haunting melodies that gets into your head and you can't get it out (who isn't?) check your local download portal for a tune called "Is There a Ghost" by Band of Horses. Or, open the YouTube video at the bottom of the post to see what I'm talking about.

Hi-res Last Supper . Jesus and his pals (minus one) go online. I get hungry just looking at it: http://www.haltadefinizione.com/en/