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[rejectomorph]

It pleases me to direct all and sundry to gutbloom's excellent post, Five Ways We Were Cheated by Evolution. This is not a creationist screed, nor an argument for intelligent design, but rather a thoughtful, heartfelt and moving lament for humanity's lack of such gifts as multiple stomachs, and for our inability to do so many things of which other creatures are capable, such as breathe through our butts. This post will bring a tear to every eye, I'm sure, and provoke much thought, as it did for me (see my comment in reply to the post, in which I speculate on the likely origin of the sad state of affairs which Mayor Gutbloom has, as usual, so eloquently and incisively described.)


While I certainly lack the aural acuity of many of the earth's other creatures, my hearing was adequate to discern a few minutes ago the passage of yet another flock of migrating geese winging north, and I briefly glimpsed them, flying barely above treetop height in the gray (though soon to be bright) morning light. I don't recall hearing them leave so late in the year before. Perhaps they found themselves unable to abandon the pleasures of the fields and marshes of California, like guests who linger too long at an enjoyable party. Now, driven out at last by a weary host who has removed the beverages and turned up the thermostat to a level certain to cause great discomfort, they make their way home, still inebriated. They certainly sounded to me as though they were drunk as they passed overhead, veering in their flight and honking loudly. Don't be surprised if you see them in the headlines: "Geese Crash Into Mountainside; Eleven Die in Horrible Tragedy."

Enough. I don't think it will get any cooler, so I might as well try to get to sleep before it gets any warmer.

Huge tick on my window screen! I'll probably have bad dreams about it.

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Ah, With Plugs Like These Who Needs An Ad Budget?

[gutbloom.livejournal.com]

How very kind of you to not only direct your top tier friends list to my journal but also to, once again, improve my half-baked entry with one of your thoughtful replies. This plug is so good.... so, so good.... it got me to thinking... wondering really... and then suspecting.

It must be a debt, right? but I don't... or didn't... recall what you owed me. I thought "there was the arm wrestling match in the Montana barbershop" but I'm pretty sure we just wagered a shift in dishwash for that. I tried to think what happened during March madness, and then it all started to come back to me. The trip in my escort to Las Vegas, the "misplaced" credit card in Joshua Tree National Monument, the eight-ball we were going supposed to share. I can't believe I blacked all of that out. Luckily my clothes from that trip were still laying unwashed in a pile down in the basement. It turns out that Naptha is a very good memory trigger, and when I saw the green house paint on my jeans I understood why you felt obligated to mention me in your journal.

But you needn't have. We were square even before your entry. What's a 20 ft. fall off of a scissor lift between friends? I've broken more ribs than that passing out at a bar. You are a kind man. Thank you.

Re: Ah, With Plugs Like These Who Needs An Ad Budget?

[rejectomorph]

Very close, but that's not exactly it. After all, I did warn you about the flaws and limitations of that particular lift, but you didn't listen. No, this plug was more by way of acknowledging my own failure to listen on that occasion. You told me that green was a poor choice of color, but I thought it was just the liquor talking, and insisted we go ahead with it. When I partly sobered up and saw the result the next day (on the way back from the hospital), I realized that the poor effect the green gave was entirely my fault. This means, of course, that we have to arrange another road trip so we can do the work over. This time, though, I will operate the lift, and you can choose the paint. I hope we've both learned something from this fiasco.