Cerebrate Good Times

I have a very comfortable pair of shoes that I wear even though they have gotten a bit old and ragged. The heels have worn down to the point at which rocks can get into those little air pockets in the sole: The weird thing is that rocks get into your shoe that are way bigger than the little holes should ever be able to accommodate. But they rattle all around when I walk, making it sound like I'm carrying a ton of Yapese change. So the only way to get them out is to enlarge the holes even more, allowing yet more rocks to get in. It truly is a vicious cycle.

When I was on the parkway running this morning, I noticed that there was a skunk caught in a trap on the side of the trail, attached to a fence that marked the boundary of a bunch of farmers' fields. Then I remembered that I had heard someone tell me that he had seen it trapped there last Saturday. So I decided the poor thing had suffered long enough. After my run, I put on my rollerblades, grabbed a couple tools ans some gloves, and headed back down the trail for a couple miles. I was pretty nervous about approaching a skunk (who wouldn't be?) but I figured that if it had been there for a week it was unlikely to put up much resistance. The trap was something like a snare, with wire wrapped around its neck and one leg. It took me a while, but I finally got the wire cut from around it. The poor thing had gotten it so twisted, and its skin had swollen enough that I couldn't extract the wire from all the way around it, but at least it could breathe easier and escape if it want...

Okay, this bugs me. Here's a banner ad I've seen around a few times, presumably for some show I don't watch. It's not easy to notice, at least for those of use used to names like John and Sarah, but they spell her name two different ways in the ad, Pavarti and Parvati. Maybe I should "message her" to tell her not to trust CBS if they can't even spell her name right.

I wasn't going to post this, because it's unbelievably boring. But there is something noteworthy here, and that is the fact that I could find this interesting: Read at your own risk (of crushing boredom.) So as dinner is in the oven, I'm sitting here waiting, staring at the labels for peanut butter and honey, because Sam's having a sandwich. I was wondering which had more calories. The honey label says that one tablespoon (21g) has 60 calories, and the peanut butter says that two tablespoons (32g) has 190 calories. Hang on, that's weird. One tablespoon of honey is 21 grams, and 2 tablespoons of the peanut butter is 32? What's the deal there? Oh. As I look it up, I realize we're converting volume to mass, so the peanut butter and honey have different densities. Hmm, according to onlineconversion.com , two tablespoons of peanut butter equals 22 grams. So the label is wrong, unless for some reason Jif has a markedly different density from whatever peanut butter...

I've previously chronicled my affinity for jackets. But I think it's getting more serious. I've gotten two more in just the last month. Last night I opened the coat closet and counted 14 jackets and coats just for me. Is that wrong? I mean, it's not like I'm collecting little knickknacks that serve no purpose, or anything to do with Twilight or whatever.  Don't judge me!

This little thought (thoughtlet?) has been in the back of my mind for a while. And it's ridiculous, but I need to get it out of there. So here it is. Babies are fascinated with shiny things. Also, they can stare at their hands for a long time, just watching them move. So... babies kind of act like potheads? Am I terrible for thinking that's funny?