Oh by the way, folks,
Today we make fun of Salvatore Bevivino, an airline passenger who stirred up a big fuss over how he was supposed to request a soft drink.
Yeah, I know, I agree that maybe we're getting a bit over-automated in our modern world, but hey, the flight attendant was simply trying to explain the ordering system to him, and he responded by throwing a tantrum.
Yesterday I was struggling to mow my way-way-back grass next to the back street. It's public domain, and the utility companies have stuff buried there. Every time they bury something, they fill it in and then replant the space with some kinda super-tough grass that I think must be related to bamboo.
So I simply couldn't get Morris the Mower through it. So I got out Eleanor the Electric Mower, but the cord (the instruction manual says you're only allowed 150 feet) would only reach part of it.
So my neighbor was amusing himself over my plight, and he mentioned that he's got a slightly used rechargeable battery mower that he doesn't need any more, so he'd be willing to sell it to me.
I tried it out, it worked great, so I bought it. So its name is Ricardo the Rechargeable Mower.
And so today I suppose nothing will probably happen except that the Washington Area Secular Humanist club has established a chapter here in Southern Maryland, and they're gonna put on a presento today, which I might go to if I'm feeling well enough. I think it's gonna be a video of a panel discussion about whether you've gotta be an atheist to be a humanist, or something like that.
Signs of life