Today is My Berate Day

My Berate Day...
Yes that is a pun. Don't fret though, it is my Birthday. However, I wish to berate a few people, places and things for my day. A summary follows:

People first:
Most of us don't know when to retire -- but I can name a few who should completely lick off and find a quiet place.

Places:
Since I was little, I have had this thing for straight lines. Maybe I am Stuart Little the dweeb, or was strained through the sheets. Yet here I am, living breathing, breeding, eating, in my abode.

So this becomes a sort of: Summary of Rights Under the Fair Provisions Act of 4.54 billion, BCE, years ago, "an oligarch reached an Earth mass." I have a right to complain about other people's domicile as much as they have a right to complain about mine.


Things: A common question I am confronted with almost everyday now -- Why would my friends and relatives think I am trying to do something to them when I call them to say "Hello?"

Guilty? I am when others call me. I am afraid they are going to try to gain entry to my [ho hum] life and sell me a time-share on their pyramid, without the fondue party!

For instance you know the schtick: "Hey Pat 'Only $300 now [and $23.34 a month for 3 years] and that makes you a Plutonium Member; ...But if you go with $900 initial payment, [and $23.34 a month for 3 years] you could start as a MicroBioGenetic Element' !!!"

"Is that front-end loaded or back-end, Ted?" I usually ask.

So, as usual, my day passes and I go back to my endless conjecture and fascination with all 22,000 years of collected human knowledge at my finger tips. Such as:


"...We had eighteen candidate stars on our list, ordered in terms of increasing uvby - determined metallicity, and to keep track of them, we named them after heavy metal bands:..." (April 27th, 2006, Mötley Crüe; greg posted in exoplanet detection)

What better glee than this? On my behooved half- century plus a few ...I and you, get to ride a highway circling the globe only John Glenn could've dreamed. I and you are tethered to the dreams of the whole world...

I only hope you precious all are as veraciously celebrating our one more year of human existence, as I am today !! God Bless us all... now that wasn't so bad, eh?

Better yet, Retire!

JUNE 4

1864: 60,000 Union soldiers die during the first month of General Ulysses S. Grant's command--more Americans than killed in the entire Vietnam War. 1919: US marines invade Costa Rica. 1962: William Faulkner's last novel, The Reivers, is published. 1989: 2,000 students and workers are killed in Beijing's Tianenmen Square (the Chinese government officially denies any deaths occurred)