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After garlic bread last night, consider this a gracious public service announcement.
I also simply like clean teeth. You never know from where, or from whom, or from when the next kiss might drop on unsuspecting lips. Be prepared, scout boy.
Speaking of surprises, what's with this last blustery burst of wind from the north? It's almost cold outside.
Probably the fault of Spring chuckle-heads in Iowa or Missouri.
Just the ticket for hot chocolate and tennis on TV.
Sit down before you fall down. I'm actually planning on reading today.
I trust the author because I swallowed in a gulp "The Boleyn Inheritance" a few weeks ago.
Easy page-turner. Clever insight. I never knew Katherine Howard was such a Britney, got her head chopped off age fifteen. Those court women were serious. No "American Idol" call in the vote back then baby. Misplace a smiling glance, drop your handkerchief before the wrong knight, and good night magna carta.
The geek in me is attracted to more elevated themes.
Fascinating book among many which explain all that stuff I was supposed to have learned in high school. Or maybe I knew it all once before that band drummer girl ripped my heart out, homecoming night, lost football game, Mr. Gatti's in Austin.
But who nurtures painful memories after decades, or even thinks to stray from a point he once planned to pen, obscure reference to brilliance suddenly vanished?
Let's just say I forgot 99% of what Anderson High had to teach me, now barely remembering things like manners or using a turn signal in traffic because other drivers have an unreasonable inkling for insight into which direction I intend to steer my automobile.
Charlatans on wheels. Better late than never to re-clue myself on rocket science, thanks to NOVA. Any great evening probably ends with you and significant other holding hands, surfing the
Hubble Space Telescope Website.
Imagine one small slice of the night sky, any direction you choose, pick out a window size of a dime at 300 yards.
Thousands of galaxies in that tiny peek there buster, each with 100 billion stars and possibly multiple Al Gores brainwashing aliens.
Here we are on this spinning rock, trying to figure out how to stop killing each other.
Did you know that the farther away star systems are, the faster they recede? Profound implications.
Best way to imagine: we all live on the rubber surface of a big balloon, ever expanding, so no matter what point to reckon, it moves away, sort of like my common sense.
The math isn't that hard when I end up breaking the pencil in half and begin babbling about Klingons pulling away from Romulan commanders who are trying to sleep with Spock, hoping he'll betray the Federation.
Rest secure knowing sane people are in charge of your space program.
