reflections

True story:

My father used to have this hat. Big furry thing, one of those Russian-style winter hats with earflaps. Whenever we took my cat to the vet the dogs there would growl at it. But he loved it, and would wear it all the time. (Well, in the winter he would, silly.)
The car we had at the time was a Volkswagen Golf (diesel) which was this dorky little thing that sounded like one of those windup toys. (My sister used to refer to it as the windup car. I still do a double-take at the sound of that particular type of diesel engine.) And my father would drive along the country back roads with classical music cranked up to eleven, wearing the hat. And when he saw people walking he'd wave at them.
I asked him why he did that once. He said it was not only to be friendly, but to give them something to wonder about. All day he figured they'd be trying to work out who the old guy in the goofy hat was that was waving at them, and where they knew him from.
It's a good approach to take to life, I think.

evening linkage

The best personals ever. My favorite is "Woman, 43, would like to meet a man – any man – whose evolutionary path isn’t that of Homer Simpson. Suspecting that’s too difficult, I may go lesbian." If Ross ran a personal ad (God forbid he would stoop so low, he'd rather die and is informing me very fiercely of this fact) he'd run it here.

From metaphorge: I'm sorry ... (not for the faint of heart, or those drinking beverages they don't wish to inhale.)

Seaners is still singing along with Nada Surf. It's starting to get a little freaky. Did I mention the kid can stay vaguely on pitch and tone, but doesn't talk?

I am bored and cranky and want to write something, and am sick of doing homework, goddamnit. *nudges muse*