This is getting sad . . .

I'm compulsively looking at pictures of baby animals.

This is NOT GOOD

-?-

Okay, so I've been giving into a temptation that may become a naaaaasty habit.

I've been scanning the books that I'm cataloging.

This is very bad. I'm supposed to be cataloging, not reading. But . . . but, . . . they sit there, and they call to me. "Reeeeeaaaad meeeeee . . . "

There was one I picked up today, though, that bit me.

Lillian R. Lieber wrote some of the strangest stuff I've ever seen.

"This is not intended to be
free verse.
Writing each phrase on a separate line
facilitates rapid reading,
and everyone
is in a hurry
nowadays."


Every sentence told me she was the poster-child for the modern mathematicians gone philosophical pikers league we learned about in senior math. I'm sooooo not even kidding. If you ever want to read something really weird, pick up one of her books.



And she looked so conservative and normal on the outside. *shrug*
Go figure.

Random Thoughts . . .

You know, the way some women watch football games gives me a nigh-irrepressible urge to knit a sweater in an attempt to restore balance in the cosmos.




Nota Bene: never, ever buy great loose-leaf tea if you want to enjoy commercial (economically priced) teas ever, ever again.



It's amazing how quickly your mind can atrophy. How come I can't be one of those people who see the deep down things in every thing they perceive? I'm a Thomistic Aristotelian, after all - all I should really need to philosophize are things and senses to see them with, both of which I have right now. What is wrong with me? Instead I brainlessly clean, cook, eat, work, sleep, repeat . . . it's very base. Where's the wonder in those glorious philosophical concepts I strained myself to grasp?

. . . Four chicken breasts, a cup of cheese, two potatoes, two cups of flour . . . I think we need more milk - I should put that on the grocery list . . . Will all these dishes fit into the dishwasher? . . . I wonder if it's better to dry-clean that bedspread, hmm . . .

I'm telling you, the intellectual fatness I feared is becoming a reality. Something has to change.

So, maybe I should ask for input for the meagre number of readers I have on this here blog. What are your recommendations for an intellectual diet?

Amusing things

Indisputably vile

and

Very hilarious (gosh, I wish *I* lived in Russia. Free house as a prize? That's almost worth becoming a pink-o. JK, JK!!!)