All Quiet on the Westinghouse Front

For a few days I was plagued by a periodic beep in the kitchen area.  It was driving me mad.

Madder.

The voices were suggesting that if it did not stop I should burn the house down.

After three days of beeps every fifteen minutes or so, it was a tempting proposition.

At first I thought someone had planted one of those annoying intermittent beepatrons that are available from ThinkGeek for a modest sum.  The only suspect of such a heinous act assured me not.  He had lost his.  He sounded genuine but could I believe him?

After positioning myself at various locations around the room and patiently waiting for the next beep,  by triangulation I thought I had determined the source.  I was sure it was coming from inside the “smart” refrigerator.  Or from somewhere very near it.

I searched the refrigerator inside and out and at first found nothing untoward.

Then a deeper, more exhaustive probe at last revealed a clue.

A pack of Xmas mince pies had slipped out the back of the dairy compartment. The air circulation from the freezer to the refrigeration compartment was blocked.  The vent had iced up.  The poor machine was trying to tell me it could not breathe.   Pies removed.  One eaten. Vent cleared of ice.  A tense wait for the next beep.  Another mince pie eaten.  The tension was palpable now.  The minutes ticked by.   Yet another mince pie.  Then one more. The pies were all gone now. Only the foil dishes and the cardboard outer with its clear window gave evidence they ever existed.  The voices were hushed.  Expectant.

Suddenly, nothing happened.

Sorted.

I told the fridge that if it could beep, it could also give some indication of what the problem was on its display panel.  It remained silent.  It had nothing further to say.

The voices laughed and said they had known what the problem was all along.  They just wanted to see if I would actually burn down the house.

If I could figure out how to leave them inside, I would.

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What?

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… And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say…

 Gilmour/Wright

Meaning.

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Alan of the Outback

I’ve been mad for feckin years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands….

I’ve always been mad, I know I’ve been mad, like the most of us are…very hard to explain why you’re mad, even if you’re not mad…

Nick Mason/Roger Waters

Lonely Places

“Seek lonely places and be still, listening, hearing the songs and cries of the winged ones, the sounds of the four-leggeds, and the cries of the insect people; feeling the breath and touch of the earth, of leaves, of bark; for all have messages for you… “

Sees-Beyond-The-Lightning, of the Sioux.

 

This year I am going to find out what a night out camping in a lonely place can do for the young ones.

John 8:32

Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.

Starting the year with this resolution, formulated for me by Annie Reneau.

A belief, opinion, or viewpoint based on verifiably false claims is not worth my consideration. Period. Refusing to entertain them doesn’t make a person intolerant, it makes them reasonable and intelligent. Tolerating lies is ridiculous and illogical. And if your opinion is based on lies, it is invalid and it should be called out as such.

A viewpoint based on verifiably false claims is not worth my consideration.  Period.”
Especially when that opinion causes or permits harm to others.
With so many opportunities to learn the facts, crosscheck and verify them from independent and expert sources, it takes a particular combination of stupid and cognitive dissonance to continue believing bullshit.
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Even an atheist can quote the book.
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May it Be

 

 

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May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home…..

Howard Shore, Eithne Ni Bhraonain, Nicholas John Ryan, Roma Shane Ryan

 

 

Who but I, I ask, would put Robert Crumb and Eithne Ni Bhraonain on the same page?

Leftovers

Ham yesterday, ham today. And blimey, if it don’t look like ham again termorrer…

 

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PAUL RAYMOND GREGORY (born 1949)
Mutton yesterday mutton today, and blimey, if it don’t look like mutton again tomorrer (United Kingdom, 2008)
Not that I really mind.  A  $34 half ham leg is really a good investment comparing the prices of other meats.  A single chap like me can enjoy ham and eggs for breakfast and ham sandwiches for lunch for a fortnight.   Then there is the bones and rind to make pea and ham soup.