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The Luddite Kitty Strikes Again

Is he really agent 789?But you said, Elliott no longer had computer access.

Unsupervised access, (see prior post) is what I said.

So what happened?

Abbott (the other luddite in the household, who does not hear well) was reading his newspaper in the computer room, while I was painting in the room across the hall. I heard, “beep, beep, beep… what’s that noise.” I dropped my fully loaded with alizarin crimson bush, and madly dashed into the computer room, but not quite in the nick of time.

Not quite?

Elliott, in the ensuing moment before my arrival upon the scene, had managed to rip two functions keys (7 and 8) and the number 9 key from the keyboard.

Maybe Elliott’s trying to tell you he can count.

Or, maybe Abbott needs a new hearing aid battery? While the madcap kitty may have been trying to communicate, I was not pleased, and no I did not punish the wild boy. However, new rules as regards the computer room have been established. One of which is: Abbott must keep the door closed, and Elliott out of the room, unless his only interest is in supervising Elliott, no matter what the headline says.

Did you put humpty dumpty back together again?

Yes. However, one must assume the size of a thimble and have tiny fingers to grasp the tiny springs and set them in their respective prongs. Even a paper clip is too big to use as a tool. This is no job for Mr. Potatoehead.

Were you mad at Abbott?

Only briefly. Now I call him agent 006, and Elliott is master spy 789.

“On the road to Mandalay

Where the flyin’ fishes play,

An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the bay.”

–Rudyard Kipling

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Tuesday Too

Tuesday Too

Where have you been?

All I can say, is when I got up this morning I had to go here to find out what time it was, and my Gary Larson calendar was 4 days behind.

1.) Is there something you find fascinating/interesting that you’d like to share (oh so 70’s)?

Science section in the New York Times this morning: A New View of Our Universe: Only One of Many Also, FYI on November 18 there is the Leonid meteor shower visible around 5 AM Eastern time in the US.

2.) What’s your latest accomplishment/achievement? I know, I know you got up this morning, but what else?

Wire brushed a rusty tin garage roof. If I ever see a wire brush again, it will be too soon. On the personal front I finished 3 more paintings in the last two weeks and started a 4th

3.) What do you see yourself doing 10 years from now?

hmm… I’m all grown up, and debt free. I spend 5 hours a day painting, and I make a comfortable living selling my paintings. I live near a large body of water, but not far from an urban area. I have found the fountain of youth.

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“To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit.”

–Stephen Hawking

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Tuesday Too

Tuesday Too1.) When was the last time you really had fun? What were you doing? Are you someone who can have fun alone?

2.) Are you going to vote today, and do you know the major differences between the candidates? Does the balance in the senate and the house figure into your choice?

3.) Is there something extraordinary going on that you’ve failed to notice?

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“Experience is not what happens to you; it’s what you do with what happens to you.”

–Aldous Huxley

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“Ordinary Life”

I’m thinking about something Doris Lessing wrote in The Memoirs of a Survivor:

“We can get used to anything at all; this is [a] commonplace, of course, but perhaps you have to live through such a time to see how horribly true it is. There is nothing that people won’t try to accommodate into ‘ordinary life…'”

Insert your circumstance, time and place here.

“…This is the sort of thing we accepted as normal. Yet for all of us there were moments when the game we were all agreeing to play simply could not stand up to events: we would be gripped by feelings of unreality, like nausea. Perhaps this feeling, that the ground was dissolving under our feet, was the real enemy… or we believed it to be so. Perhaps our tacit agreement that nothing much-or at least nothing irrecoverable-was happening was because for us the enemy was Reality, was to allow ourselves to know what was happening. Perhaps our pretences, everyone’s pretences, which in the moments when we felt naked, defenceless, seemed like playacting and absurd, should be regarded as admirable? Or perhaps they were necessary, like the games of children who can make playacting a way of keeping reality a long way from their weaknesses?…”

What circumstance, or circumstances did you insert?

One might say “my personal insertion” is trivial considering the world events we constantly (admirably?) playact around/through; however…

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