Today's Musings

I've just been having a rather pedestrian week, at best.  Trying to maintain good spirits, but those spirits become as dire as the spirits produced in a dirty distillery coated with rust and dried guano, when faced with the prospect of drawing on one's mortgage to fix one's bathroom.  Note to self: next time you buy a house, wear your accountant's hat, not your artist's hat (fixer uppers are great, but there's only so much the old hip nerve can stand).  Still, it would be good to have a new bathroom.

A few messages today for different people.  The first one is for Sheikh Shady Al-Suleiman.  I've heard a theory AIDS generated from the Simian Immunodeficiency Virus, which was transmitted to humans from the infected blood of chimpanzees that were hunted for their meat.  The virus then mutated to what we know as HIV, and it is the nature of that virus (because it is a virus) to mutate, which is why it can be difficult to cure viruses.  I'm running with this theory because it makes a fuckload more sense than to say AIDS is a form of divine punishment for homosexuality.

The second message is for the slob who left a tampon in the carpark of Aldi today.  That message will come to me when I find the words.  It is difficult to find the words (along with my Year-11-English-Award-Roget's-Thesaurus so I can't find any just now) to describe the slatternly disrespect of someone who would do this.  In fairness, not that this pig deserves fairness, I'm not actually sure if it was used because I wasn't going to bend down and closely inspect the thing.  It was flattened somewhat, so I'm guessing it had been run over a few times.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I know what it's like to prank people with tampons.  I, too, was fifteen once.  I recall the hilarity of having one of the gang unwrap a tampon and throw it into a group of boys seated nearby, and watch the boys all but jump on the lunch seat, holding their skirts (or school shorts) and screaming, 'Eeeeek!'  Come to think of it, that really was funny.  But playground hijinks to do not translate well to the public carpark of a supermarket.  I guess it's better than finding used a used condom, which I did find on the grass at soccer training a few years ago.  Ick.

The third and final message goes to Sir Paul McCartney, who is turning 73 today.  Happy birthday, and thank you for the music.  Those classics like 'Mull of Kintyre', 'Ebony & Ivory', 'Say, Say, Say', and 'The Girl Is Mine'.  Hey, wait a minute....