Windham County Vermont Tonight?[Get the feeling that DaSauce misses real weather sometimes?]
All the weather reports about DatSauceGuy's former stomping grounds use a descriptor that always reminds me of noisy nights: Frigid. That word always meant that I�d hear really explosive noises during the night as trees cracked as they got swollen with ice-crystals. The maples and the oaks (as hardwoods�and keep your mind out of the gutter here we are talking trees,) were always the loudest. You�d hear a spectacular report like a 50 cal going off; seemingly feet away from your head�and jolt in your bed. Wild stuff.
As I got older, there was nothing nicer than hanging out fully nekkid with the gal of my (then current) dreams near a hot woodstove. Between the smell and the dry heat�whew. Anyway. Sorry. Um. The temp tonight (without wind-chill from 20 to 25 mph NW winds?) should hit �20F. That is pretty damned cold. Add the wind chill from 25 mile an hour gusts and you hit �51.
Maybe I don�t mind living in SoVerySoCal�as periodically my dumb ass� would have to go out and brave the Frigid Mutha of a Night. Then I'd have to learn to put a Trademark in a new place--just after the words: my numb ass�
But, then, the grass is always greener where you can get mutha-fucking-green-grass without borrowing water from 1200 miles away (and Green Mountains.)
Other random bits?
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DaKid had me play Desmond Dekker�s You Can Get It If You Really Want (the new DVD-Audio, Dolby Digital/5.1 remix) numerous times tonight. He is learning the words. I had to walk him through the meaning of the word persecution.
As he is actually starting to think about the content rather than just singing along in a rote manner (at age 5.5) this may mean that I am going to have to lay off his favorite sing-in-the-back-of-DaCar album. This is kinda sad for me--as he loves Frankly a Cappella: The Persuasions Sing Zappa.
For those of you unfamiliar with either this album (which is astonishing) or Frank Zappa�s content, please imagine the following.
A little ginger-haired lad of about five�belting out the lyrics to such wonderful tunes as Electric Aunt Jemima, Harder Than Your Husband, and Cheap Thrills.
�Cheap thrills in the back of my car
Cheap thrills, how fine they are
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine�
You get the picture.
As your diarist appears to be random-as-phuck (technical term) this fine evening, he may as well continue with bits of flying verbiage.
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DaSauce�s Favorite Signature Line Ender On His Outbound E-Mails Of Late?
"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards."
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson 1832-1898; Commenting about his hopes for Quantum Computing.
I�ve actually gotten notes from a few folks asking me how Dodgson knew about our forthcoming technology. The word floored applied to this boy on receipt of such.
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Google News has word that stem cells may be able to replace dead brain cells. Those of us that had a crazed adolescence are waiting on the edges of our chairs with this prospect. Imagine. Replacements for all those babies you�ve lost and learned to live without since?
It�ll be bliss. Sheer very-adulterated bliss.
Especially for those of us with just a couple of remaining synapses online�imagine Keith Richards being able to make complete sentences again? Er, well�on thinking about it, maybe we should dump the whole idea.
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Leaving behind the strangely Orwellian politics of our current damned-odd attitude about Iraq: Geez, ignore al-Qaida and North Korea�s Clear and Present Danger�let�s bitchslap Saddam again! Yeah!
Anyway.
Folks?
You Western-Human-Shield-Types? Can I just say a couple of words to you?
�Darwin Award.�
Here�s hoping they didn�t promulgate their genome before departing.
--RandomSauceWithYourDay?