Sub speciem aeternitatis-- sub speciem aeternitatis, damn it

[flemmings]

EBear gets so many things wrong, it really doesn't matter that today she's off happily echoing her conviction that my generation never appreciated Leonard Cohen properly and hers does because *her* generation recognizes genius when they hear it. Which proves only that EBear can be smug, gratuitously condescending, culture bound,* and wrong wrong wrong in the small areas as well as the important ones. Which is no surprise.

(*I suspect her familiarity with 60s and 70s Canadian fans of Cohen is literally non-existent. No, lady, you did not discover him. No, madam, 30-somes are not the only fans of his later albums. Really.)

So I shall return to that smug gratuitously condescending man, Zhuge Liang. Whose author stole Zhou Yu's idea and best line ('Thanks for the arrows, Premier!') and gave them to him because he wants to show how kewl Zhuge Liang is and Zhou Yu isn't. Twits we have always with us.

As a counteractant, I shall count my numberless blessings one by one.

1. The gov't refunded me another $300. Yay for accountants who err on the side of caution, I suppose.

1. This is a long weekend and I don't have to work till 11:30 on Tuesday.

1. Yesterday my humane mouse trap was closed. House tremors or whatever tend to tip the trap these days. I picked it up and there was nothing in it so I opened it up again. A mouse fell out and dived into the stove. Today the trap was tipped again and there was nothing in it. This time I went outside and crossed the street and opened it on Judith's uhh front yard because she no more has a lawn than I do. She does have a cat. And a mouse fell out and quivered under the ground cover. Thank heaven for dumb mice, because the trap wasn't even baited. (Of course Judith's cat sits on my next door's steps, but anyway.)

1. Someone put out a useful footstool for Tuesday's garbage collection. I have always wanted a useful footstool for the downstairs couch and now I have one. It even matches the rug.

Unblessing:

The new Spock has a fat face and a beetle-browed thuggish look to him. I shall not be seeing the new Star Trek. Spock was, if not my first love (that was Julius Caesar) at least my first here and now live body one. No. Just no. Spock is Nimoy, end discussion.

Comments

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

hhmmm ohhhkay! Noted and uhmm won't go there then! But uhmm Wow really!?

I am kind of thinking that my very ordinary life is kind of I dunno ... would it be wrong to say wonderfully ordinary and I love it and glad I am ignorant of these things!!! Even is a little teeny tiny part of me feels that maybe I should know or something. If none of that made sense I blame it on eminently quaffable cheap red wine Valpolli-something or other and it being 1 am!

*smiles* -You have a nice weekend my dear and think of us because it is waaaaayyy too hot and in-laws have confirmed their regular 6 week visit for the Nov-Dec. holidays! augh!! *dies* - uhhmm I mean *goes to sleep*

eminently quaffable it was ... and please do not be reminding me of strange comment tomorrow! wvwn it if it si already tomorrow! ^______^ *hugs*

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

I envy you your Valpolicella, given that I can no longer drink wine at all and must confine myself to gin. I envy your in-laws that kind of stamina at their age. Enh- relax and don't worry about having a spotless house, I say.

Someone at work is preparing to go to LRD on a six month nanny contract *in July.* 'Oh, Iran is hot too.' Mh no. Not swampland muggy hot, fom all I hear.