Factoids From The Deep

It has to be one of those getting older things that causes you to have these earth-shattering realizations about the passage of time that seem difficult to believe.

In 1950, Ella Fitzgerald released the LP Pure Ella which featured this song.

Just 15 years later, the Beatles released the Rubber Soul album. (I was only 5 years old and they had already released 5 previous albums!)

A scant 15 years later, the Police released their third album, Zenyatta Mondatta. Incidentally, this was also the year John Lennon was murdered.

And now that was 30 years ago.

Factoids from the Deep (South)

Breaking news: The anti-Christ has arrived!

My mother spent the weekend with relatives in northeast Mississippi, many of whom are in their 80s like her, and some of them informed her that the anti-Christ has arrived.

He even has a website. No decent anti-Christ would be without one of those. And yes, naturally, the anti-Christ would be a black man.

Sigh. I guess if those coloreds had just kept drinking the designated colored water instead of pushing for equality, we would not now be fearing for our very existence. The anti-Christ is out to kill us all and destroy civilization.

(Does anyone need to ask why I haven't been to visit relatives in Mississippi in over 20 years?)

Factoids from the Deep

I was just cleaning a few things out of the fridge. Here's a glimpse into our chill chest. Not bad; I've seen far worse. (I like looking in people's fridges, so if you ever invite me over, you know what to expect.)

I do this every 2-3 months because there's always something stored in there which we forget about, and it usually has something green and fuzzy growing on it. And each time I always end up throwing out something I missed the last time around -- something dreadful which should have been discarded a few years back.

Today's discovery was horseradish sauce.

What a waste! It appeared as if all we'd done was tasted it and put it back in the fridge to expire. What really shocked me was the "sell by" date on this little gem.

For those of you with a memory impairment, when we bought this stuff, it was fairly easy to go to the airport and board a plane. No need to remove shoes, nail clippers were probably in everyone's luggage, shampoo and conditioner in their original 12 oz bottles were common, even an ice pick could probably slip through. Ahh, those were the days, my friends, those were the days.

That's not the oldest thing in our fridge though. Not long after we'd moved in together while we were living in California, txrad came home from North Dakota with a jar of choke cherry (wild cherry) juice which we were planning to make into jelly. The funny thing is, that's still on our agenda. But we're waiting on the 20th anniversary. (Of the chokecherries, not us.) The REALLY funny thing is we got drunk one night about 2 years ago (well, that's not funny or unusual) and we opened the jar which had been sitting on a shelf in the pantry all these years. It was still fine then and there's still no sign of mold. That's some amazing shit.

On to another story, completely unrelated to the fridge:

txrad and I embarked upon another dreaded expedition to our local shopping slab with gift card in hand for the Williams Sonoma/Pottery Barn combo. After failing at finding anything to spend $100 on at PB last weekend, we felt certain we'd score something at Williams Sonoma.

Wrong.

I did spy a springform pan for cheesecakes. Mine died a few years back. But if we've gotten along this far without one, why splurge on one now? Besides it was $40. We checked out a few other things but nothing gave us the urge to buy, so we came home.

I'm seriously starting to wonder why I cashed out those AMEX points for gift cards at these shops. I should have stuck with Home Depot. I can ALWAYS spend money there.

txrad has a Question of the Day:

What's the oldest thing you've ever found in your fridge?

Factoids From The Deep

I woke up this morning without one thing on my mind. Nothing of importance to say and thus it has remained well into the afternoon. Is it a slow news day or do I just stubbornly refuse to pay attention?

I had quite a bit of cleaning to do in the kitchen.

And there was a load of laundry during which time I had an interesting observation.

Would you consider it odd if you did a load of laundry, and as you were putting away the clothes -- several pairs of socks, four or five shirts, and a pair of cargo shorts -- you noticed there was not one pair of undies in the load?

Hey, I'm a free-spirited and liberated minimalist man.

And are you asking yourself this question? "Is this really the best konagod can do for his first post on a Monday -- and in the middle of the afternoon?

The short answer to that question would be yes.

I do wear undies when I'm a man about town, but that's rarely for more than an hour or so per day. So what difference does it make if wear the same undies for 5 or 6 days in a row? At 1.5 hours per day for six days, that's a total of 9 hours which is still less than most guys would be wearing the same pair in a single day.

And it cuts down on the number of times I do laundry which saves water, saves soap, saves wear and tear of the washer and dryer and is therefore good for the environment, not to mention the fact that less time doing laundry means more time for blogging.

Besides, if the skies were blue in your town, and the temperature was 86° 88° on February 25, would you be blogging? Or wearing undies?