Sanity reigns for a change

After much thought, I am not going to sit at the computer from 9 a.m., Saturday, July 30, to 9 a.m., Sunday, July 31, and post every half-hour to raise money as part of Blogathon.

However, several of my friends are.

Shadesong! Benefit RAINN (rape-crisis intervention)

Zarhooie! Benefit the Heifer Project.

Faecat! Benefit Breast Cancer research.

Help if you can.

Many scattered thoughts on a Thursday night . . .

. . . waiting for the N'oreaster to blow in.

1. Someone just said to me: "Why don't more people understand why it's important to have a sledgehammer around the house?"

2. Someone else answered, "Second wife of Henry VIIII, beheaded," when I asked "Do you know Katherine Barr?" Umm, no. Baroness Iron Bog.

3. Serious question: Do Canadians get a long weekend for Rememberance Day of it falls on a Saturday?

4. Serious comment: Classy is as classy does. That is all.

5.. Nothing's better than lying in bed (laying in bed?). Well, alone anyway, and getting an early morning telephone call from the West Coast of Canada. (Waves at catmcroy)

6. Serious again: Word is that my students who were visiting in Israel are back home. No issues for them, thank goodness.

7. Note to the announcers on the local news radio stations: "We know the tunnel is closed. Tell us when it opens again."

8. When you go to return clothes (those are soooo *not* extra large), take the frelling receipt with you.

9. You lucky people!!!!!! Go see "Measure For Measure" for free!!!! Newspaper article here I think I recognize a Hawaiian shirt and straw hat in the background of that photro.

10. OK, not serious now:

Classic Liam story: No shit, there I was. At Great Northeastern. Eyes locked on a black bikini top. Total tunnel vision. Peripheral vision says she's smiling and her hair is blonde. Pretty face . . . . "Hi, Liam!" Ummmm . . . . ummmm . . . . . . "Why . . . Hello, Your Excellency."

No singing, no dancing, no naked, no wishes and no bikinis.

Please note, I did not identify the excellency in question. Nor will I, on pain of death, identify the person in Item No. 2.

More stuff . . .

1. For the bicycle folks on my list: There is a benefit ride, a century, a half-century or a 20-miler to benefit Massachusetts Special Olympics, on Saturday, Sept. 9, starting at the Topsfield (Mass.) Fairgrounds. My students and I will be support staff. We may have some kids form a team. If you are interested, check it out and let me know. Here!

2. Whoever would have thought? On a single day in September 1906, 200,000 postcards were mailed from Coney Island -- an extraordinary amusement empire that astonished, delighted, and shocked the nation. You gotta love PBS.

3. I am currently writing two posts and working on the Fall calendar, which will be a third post, and holding two IM conversation, though neither very actively. Oops, three IMs. (Also now on phone.) (Off now). Two live IMs.

4. OK, so it was a dead badger. (See previous post). Oh, and "Your search - Linux, "live skunk" - did not match any documents."

Things you find while hunting dead badgers . . .

I stumbled on this article about maps in fantasy books while checking out how to install Linux on a dead badger.

A little pedantic, but interesting, I think.

How do you feel about maps in science fiction and fantasy?

How about dramatis personae (if I have that backwards, I *know* someone will tell me)?

How about glossaries in the back?