I was just watched a news report about blizzard conditions out East where a motorist who was talking about driving conditions described visibility as being “pitch white. When has pitch ever been white?
I was thinking about the English carnival game of Aunt Sally and thought about a version played by the townswomen in the Canadian village where I grew up: They would throw a rolling pin with the goal of knocking a hardhat off an effigy representing their drunken husband. I wonder how many variants are played around the world.
I was in a shopping mall today and noticed a lingerie store right beside a maternity clothing store. I wonder how often a visit to one results in a visit to the other.
I was at a party tonight and talking with a fellow about our respective sleep deprivation induced psychosis experiences. His were from drug use and seem MUCH more extreme than my work related incidents.
I was thinking about my recollections of the incidents: Bugs crawling on everything, things moving in my peripheral vision that I couldn’t catch, conversations with people I knew that turned out not to be real, conspiracies involving unseen enemies, notions of demonic possession and other lovely things.
My recollections of these incidents have a foggy, surreal, or even cartoonish quality but I think this is because I experienced these things with a fatigued and psychotic mind but now recall these events and consider them from the perspective of a sane man.
Product names have been obscured to protect the innocent….from the litigious.
Tonight I dropped into a local company’s Halloween party that was being held on their factory property.
There was a big bonfire and when one floor worker asked another if there was a rake handy to tend the fire, the answer he got was, “I don’t know about rakes. We make ***** here.” I thought about the bigger picture and why they were in business and suggested that maybe they were in the business of SELLING ***** and making them was just another activity that supported that goal; really no more or less critical than other supportive tasks like keeping the computers in the office running well.
Today I was wiring up a rather compact power distribution panel for a generator. A couple spots are tight enough that you have to pay attention to which direction the locks on your tie wraps point.
While fussing about how to route wiring I thought about horology. When additional features are added to a watch movement they’re called complications and it seems to me that it best describes what an additional feature is….from the maker’s point of view.
Today a Canadian coworker put on an English accent, and asked an English coworker if he was having bangers and beans for supper.
If the the Brit had been from the American South and been asked if he was having fried chicken for supper, would it have been any less acceptable?