Meanwhile, speaking of side effects...
I did manage to look up the definition of spasmodic, since I could reason what it means because "spas" is in it and "mode", but ...
2: acting or proceeding fitfully : intermittent spasmodic activity
3: subject to outbursts of emotional excitement : excitable
We used to have ice cream trucks in the neighborhood. Don't you love the way I can switch gears? Not so much anymore. They disappeared about the same time that the mulch showed up. Coincidence? I think not. Around here, it was Mister Softee which, besides being a really bad porno name, is a cool brand of soft-serve ice cream. The drivers used to run around in trucks playing a horrible 20-second tune that signaled eating like a Pavlov's Ice Cream Dog. "Gimme 65 cents. I need a cone!" Kiddie crack.
I don't even know if 65 cents can buy an ice cream cone anymore. It doesn't buy much. It won't even buy a newspaper. They're 75 cents now. I understand that the local delivery people are griping because the price of gasoline has made it difficult for them to make any money delivering the local newspaper. They don't earn enough to make up the difference in what they spend on gasoline.
Newspapers used to be delivered by kids on bicycles. They disappeared around the same time that adults needed a second income and shoved the kids out of the way with their fancy automobiles and enhanced sense of responsibility. That was when newspapers came in the afternoon and people actually read them at night. Now, the paper crashes on my doorstep at 4:30am, delivered by a person I've never met yet expects a Christmas gift every year. Maybe it's time to go back to delivering newspapers on bicycles?
I'm getting old.