Thanks to larksdream for pointing me at Wikihistory, a very very short story by Desmond Warzel.

Kind of tired by the end of the workday. Need to pack for Arisia. Take T home. Stop on way to have dinner. Arrive in Quincy Center. Walk home from T station.

Where car?

Oh. Drove to T station in morning. Left car at T station.

Maybe now is time to walk back to T station.

The disturbing thing is that this is not the first time I’ve done that.

So I had a dream last night, in which I was having dinner at a table with a few people, and there was a big stinging insect that was bugging us. (It was the shape of a wasp, but about twice as big, and it had the yellow-and-black colouring of a bumblebee.) Anyway, it landed on a couple of our plates, and then it landed on my cheek, and I could feel it tickling. I decided that my best bet was to try to squash it really quickly, so it wouldn’t have a chance to sting me, and that’s what I did. In real life, waking myself up. And since I was wearing my CPAP mask, I smashed the hard plastic into my cheek. And either the jerk of me hitting myself or the noise I made woke plumtreeblossom up. (We both fell uneventfully right back asleep.)

It didn’t hurt that much at the time, and hasn’t hurt at all since, and I would have completely forgotten except that I just saw myself in a mirror and wondered what that little mark on my face was.

So, last night as I was getting ready to go to bed, I puzzled a bit over how cold it was in the house. I’ve been keeping the heat fairly low to save oil while I’m the only one in the house, but it seemed colder than it’s been. But I wasn’t too worried about it, since I sleep with an electric blanket.

This morning when I got up, the first thing I noticed when I got outside my room was that the side door was wide open.

So much for saving oil. :-)

Amusing headline of the morning, from the Boston Metro: Dems hold breath, nation turns blue.

dietrich posted this parody of libertarianism, based on “I am the very model of a modern major general”. Allow me to quote the first verse:

I am the very model of a modern Libertarian:
I teem with glowing notions for proposals millenarian,
I've nothing but contempt for ideologies collectivist
(My own ideas of social good tend more toward the Objectivist).
You see, I've just discovered, by my intellectual bravery,
That civic obligations are all tantamount to slavery;
And thus that ancient pastime, viz., complaining of taxation,
Assumes the glorious aspect of a war for liberation!

But go read the whole thing! It appears to have originally come from here.

Sums up my political biases against libertarianism perfectly.

One of the side benefits of dating plumtreeblossom is that she lives so close to Somerville’s Powderhouse Park, site of the only known surviving Civil-War era ballistic missile, a remnant of President Lincoln’s Strategick Defence Initiative, or SDI.

( A photo, and an historical essay. )

You know that feeling you had sometimes as a kid, if you were lucky and had a good childhood, that everything was OK and you were safe and warm at home and your parents loved you and would take care of you? I just spooned some of that feeling out of a crockpot into a bowl. (Only I burned my tongue on it a little bit.) Crockpot chicken and dumplings. It’s like love, only you should blow on it first.

Mainly for docorion, but he’s not going to be the only one who finds these amusing. ( Star Trek motivational posters )

PS — Thanks to yesthattom for linking to them.

I hate the web browsers on my phone. I tried three times unsuccessfully to post the following from the road:

You know, I don’t generally think of mosquitos as a major hazard of the New York City subway system. Admittedly, it was an unusually swamp-like subway station.