Some assorted notes

Boxer briefs, combining the advantages of both boxer shorts and y-front briefs, may be the most comfortable underpants available.  The fit of briefs, the coverage of boxers.  It means no more chafing, and my wingdangdoodle no longer ends up hanging out of a fly that will not stay closed, which can lead to even worse chafing, unless you’re wearing jeans with a button fly instead of the zipper.

Tuesday I came home from work, took off my pants, started listening to the Grateful Dead, and ended up falling asleep for thirteen hours.  The song was “Uncle John’s Band.”

There’s just something about it.  Infinite mellowness.  It’s a window to another time, another world.  A different way of looking at things.  The kind of way of looking at things that ultimately leads you to head out to Whataburger at 3AM to get some pancakes, and then sit around playing Halo, except instead of actually trying to win, you and the guys on the other team just get together and ride around in one of the Warthogs, doing donuts and shooting at trees, because, you know, like, screw it dude, whatever.  The point is, whenever I listen to that song, I feel like I understand a little better why old hippies care about the Dead so much, and I kind of feel sad for the way it all went down after the Summer of Love.  Altamont, Watergate, on down to Hunter S. Thompson finally offing himself; world could have been a different place, maybe a better one.

Not that the world as it is now doesn’t have some fine points about it.  Hey kids!  Want to learn how to dress up like a person from a past that never happened because the future envisioned by Jules Verne didn’t quite work out?  Watch and learn a few things about steampunk costuming:

Or we could just get together and make fun of some hipsters.

Ideally, the Earth’s rotation would be 26 hours, and our culture would be built around the assumption that we should sleep five hours at night, and three hours in the afternoon.

Also, we should have wings.

And retractable claws.

Seriously, retractable claws are high on my list of desired cyberpunk implants, if the technology ever gets here.  Basically, I want everything Molly Millions from Neuromancer has, plus aural enhancements.  Not a hundred percent on the embedded mirrorshades, but definitely leaning that way.

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