Yeah, my blood's slightly warm, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't tweak the truth, there's so much moderation
A handful of Senators sink into contemplation...
February 18, 2014
"And you don't believe we're on the eve of micro-destruction."
Said Meade — referencing recent discussions of "micro-aggression" as well as the old Barry McGuire song "The Eve of Destruction" — after I call attention to the small destructions that seemed to be the theme of the day here at Meadhouse. This morning, he left the room while the bacon was cooking, and I, with my anosmia, did nothing when it burned. Later, I knocked a glass onto the kitchen floor and it splintered, and then, just now, it seemed like the chili might be headed over the edge into charring.
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Yeah, the heat is on, the bacon's burnin',
But my sense of smell has gone all undiscernin',
Oh my drunken' glass, it's gone, it ain't returnin',
And the chili pot, its condition is concernin'
Hmmm. Might be that new cooktop. Throwing things off, perhaps?
In my house this is referred to as an entropy wave. All you can do is to sit back and let the disorder wash around you.
Try listening to "Dawn of Correction" as an antidote!
Hmmm, there's somethin' happenin' here
What it is ain't exactly clear........
Blogger Sean Gleeson said...
Yeah, the heat is on, the bacon's burnin',
But my sense of smell has gone all undiscernin',
Oh my drunken' glass, it's gone, it ain't returnin',
And the chili pot, its condition is concernin'
Now, That right there is pretty damn funny
Anosmia!
That must be what I have!
Thank you, Althouse.
...just now, it seemed like the chili might be headed over the edge into charring.
The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
Hunter S. Thompson
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction.
Really. I'm sure there were songs from that era (*my* era!) that were more wrong. But I can't think of any.
Here's a recipe for you: Henry's Anytime Chili For One.
I'll have whatever Chip Ahoy is making today.
did you smoke 2 joints in the morning?
If you keep burning shit, you might burn down the house, and then you'd be on the Eve of Construction.
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