Don’t look now, but 2020 is stalking its way around the world RIGHT NOW, strengthening itself by feeding on the remnants of 2019.
Happy New…
I started typing “Happy New…” and Autocorrect wanted to complete it with “Hope.”
THIS IS NOT EPISODE IV OF STAR WARS, AUTOCORRECT.
Automobile name recycling
I was hearing an ad on the radio for Lincolns, and as they rattled off the model names, one sounded familiar – and I made the connection. In 2019 there’s a Lincoln Corsair, but in 1958 and 1959 – there was an Edsel Corsair. I guess sixty years was a safe distance.
Other Edsel model names have since been reused. There was an Edsel Citation (Chevrolet), an Edsel Pacer (American Motors), an Edsel Ranger (Ford), an Edsel Viilager (Mercury), and an Edsel Comet (Mercury).
The Edsel Bermuda and Edsel Roundup are still waiting to be used again as car model names.
Holiday werewolves
Holiday werewolves: ever considered getting drunk cheap by drinking all the blood of someone who’s BEEN drinking?
It won’t work.
Adult blood volume is about five liters/5000 ml.
A blood alcohol content of 0.10 percent would be… 5 ml of pure alcohol.
Which would be the equivalent of 12.5 ml of 80 proof booze of your choice; about 0.44 fluid ounces, or less than a third of a shot.
So even if you, a werewolf, drank ALL your victim’s 80 proof rum-infused blood, it would barely register. Not a good life choice, werewolf.
(So, you’ll never see a werewolf in one of my stories making THAT mistake!)
Imminence
A friend asked me, so, do you have all your Christmas preparation done?
Heh! The simple answer is no; the more complicated answer is, is ANYONE ever COMPLETELY done with Christmas prep? It reminds me of what Lorne Michaels once said about Saturday Night Live. He said the show doesn’t go on the air because it’s done. It goes on the air because it’s Saturday night at 11:30.
Same with Christmas. It arrives on its own schedule, regardless of how much (or little) of what we’d hoped to get done has actually happened.
Rules of the game
When you’re playing hide-and-go-seek with a werewolf, it’s not fair if either of you changes form after the ‘seeking’ parties covers their eyes.
Solstice story, 2019
The start of my Solstice Story, 2019:
Once upon a time there was a winter that arrived much too early, which pleased hardly anybody except for the snowmobilers, who had been waiting for more snow since last March.
Come the solstice, everyone else groaned and muttered that they were ready to see winter LEAVE by now. Or, at least, as soon as possible following a pleasantly white Christmas.
This made the Solstice sad, but then, the Solstice was used to it by now. It wasn’t the first year the Solstice had gotten this reception. Most everyone looked past the Solstice to the arrival of Christmas, and their big plans were for THAT.
Nobody left out a plate of milk and cookies for the Solstice.
(I don’t have the middle worked out, but it ends:]
And then everyone got puppies and kittens. Cute, fluffy kittens of every variety. And the lost socks were found.
The End
What were you expecting?
TFW you see someone went to a place named Angry Garlic and leaves this comment:
“I honestly was disappointed with this place. Everything tasted the same…. like garlic.“
Ummm… surprise?
Sunrise, sunset…
Don’t look now, but…
We’ve rounded the corner on sunsets. From December 5 through December 13, they were at 4:29 p.m. As of December 9, they are once again getting LATER, not earlier, and yesterday, sunset time advanced from 4:29 p.m. to 4:30.
The days continue to get shorter until December 22.
SUNRISES continue to get later until January 1. They’re the latest from 7:36 a.m. from then through January 6. They get earlier again (7:35 a.m.) on January 7.
(And yes. They lapse later, when we return to Daylight Saving Time: We’re back to 6:29 a.m. on March 7, only to ‘spring forward’ to 7:27 a.m. on March 8.)
This hills are alive. So they say.
Musicals led me to believe there would be more singing and dancing in life than I have observed in actuality.