Prior to the rest of today's message---
I set up a, "Help Blow Out the Candle" fund for brother-in-law Dave,
who celebrates his birthday today.
The hope is to break his Guinness world record for well-wishes of 19.
I can't remember his email address but you can google it.
After all, how many Daves can there BE? C'MON, people!
History's cornucopia: Cupid's origin is mythological.
Not the 1st fake news, but long-lasting, nonetheless.
Next up, there's the actual, "not fake news," being Saint Valentine's beheading...yikes!
Later on, came Al Capone's competitors choosing this date for a shoot-em-up.
However, as love wins out, Don Gibson crooned, "I Can't Stop Loving You" in1957.
Shortly thereafter, 1959 brought the world together,
when Connie Francis released her song, "Stupid Cupid."
More recently, amore lost a few steps when co-vid hit the streets.
Face masks hid smiling faces, while handshakes and hugs were eliminated.
Social contact became isolation.
Worst of the worst was the denial of empathy by medical institutions,
not allowing death-bed family contact. Say what you want, my mind will not change!
Lest we forget, there is absolutely nothing more comforting and warmer than a hug---
and all accomplished without a single word!
This being the day wherein American Greetings makes a ton of $, I submit we say,
"to hell with enforcement," and take time to hug SOMEone/ANYone!
As for the perpetual maskers, lower it for a moment to show a full smile!
On to other Mischief in the Missive!
Singularity of Pluralism: Why izzit we have grooves, but no houses with rooves?
Octopus = octopi; cactus = cacti; hippopotamus = hippopotami. Why not Viri?
(I'm sure you can come up with some of your own exampli.)
Have you ever noticed how the carpal tunnel pain increases
when you try to remove the cap from the pill container?
Has anyone ever seen a copy of the invoice issued to Mexico for "The Wall That Didn't?"
I caught a few minutes of, "Special Forces: The Ultimate Test," the other evening,
in between 94 stations carrying never-ending re-runs of, Forest Gump's Green Mile baptism at the church of Shawshank Redemption.
The program is shot somewhere in the desert of Jordan.
I guess the producers weren't aware of USA deserts. Whatever.
Nothing to be seen, save for a sleeping tent, mess hall, assemble area,
gas chamber and small critique room.
Those not measuring up are taken there with a hood over the head,
then taken out in the same fashion. Why the secrecy? There's nothing there, so,
what the hell?!?
That's it for now, so, enjoy the day...OR...if you have a doobie, enjoy the daze!