My humor blog this week has featured a touch of memoir, and a touch of me being offended by The Lockhorns, and me being thrown by how a word was pronounced once in 1940. Also, I think, a pretty solid story-comic plot recap for a comic making fun of Elon Musk. And not a word about area code 661 somehow! Here's what's been on my mind:
- MiSTed: The 72 Hours Saga, Part 2
- In Serious Consideration of an Historic Day
- Statistics Saturday: The Twelve Most Iconic Songs Of The 70s
- In Which I Am Thrown by 1940
- In The Dark About All This
- What's Going On In The Phantom (Weekdays)? How can Elon Musk steal the Moon? June - August 2024
- Something Has Gone Wrong in Culture
- MiSTed: The 72 Hours Saga, Part 3
Going to do a short photo selection today, wrapping up the bringing home of the tree plus one bonus picture taken with my iPod and everything in the field.

bunnyhugger snipping loose the wrapped-up tree for downstairs. It's spread out a little but is still returning to its normal shape.

She pulls twine loose to help it billow out and not at all to make it spin on our tree spike.

And here's our bedroom tree, set up in a corner where it'll get in the way of nothing but our books.

Note the plush coati wondering what's all this about, then.

And here's the tree unfurled and ready for decoration! To the right, the attic.

So on the westside of town is what's always been known as Giraffe Meijer, after a large giraffe statue put on the roof of the gas station outside it because there was a quarrel with a contractor in the 70s and these things happen. When the store renovated the statue was taken down from the gas station and everyone in the metro area panicked, despite Meijer's insistence that they were just replacing the roof and would put the giraffe back. Well, they did put the giraffe back and, more, they embraced the theme of Giraffe Meijer. Both the front entrances have a balcony with these non-gas-station giraffe statues. And, like, the signs inside the stoor to do stuff like communicate Pharmacy hours or tell you about a sale have a stylized giraffe on them. So, awesome stuff. That's what we hope for.
Trivia: AT&T maintained a nine-dollar-per-share dividend from 1921 through to its three-for-one stock split of 1959. (The post-split shares paid $3.30 per share, or the equivalent of $9.90 for one old share.) Source: Telephone: The First Hundred Years, John Brooks.
Currently Reading: His Majesty's Airship: The Life and Tragic Death of the World's Largest Flying Machine, S C Gwynne.