Boom (by Kat)

Me: Did you hear that?
Mr. Boom: No. Maybe.
Me: I heard a noise, maybe a small boom.
Mr. Boom: Could have been. You know, I was kinda afraid of that.
Me: It sounded like it came from the closet.
Mr. Boom: Well, I was sorta prepared for that.
Me: ?????
Mr. Boom (opening closet): Heh. Good thing I prepared for it.
Me:????





Oh man! That was some really good home-brew!
(Glad he was prepared for it!)

Mr. Boom asplodes my head (by Kat)

My dear husband, Mr. Boom, is a very quiet guy. One should never underestimate the quiet guys...

Sure, he works in a dark and dreary basement, employed by rednecks, and is typically assumed to be just another dolt clogging the cogs of our small town agricultural fabric.

And yeah, he was valedictorian of his graduating class, but that class only had about 30 students (it was a pretty big class that year, actually).

But this actual event, in near real-time, demonstrates who I'm actually married to, and why I get half the headaches I do.

I stumbled up on this theoretical physics article discussing the results of collapsing black holes:

How To Destroy A Black Hole

I mentioned (stupid, stupid, stupid, when will I ever learn??!!) that black holes seemed to be one of the few things we really probably should hold sacred and leave the heck alone! At which point Mr. Boom wondered why the author was pitting straight physicists against astrophysicists in their suppositions of the nature of singularities.

"That's just dumb" he said. "Anyone who understands Einstein knows how stupid that sounds."

Um, yeah.

"Singularities are by definition something or other and so mass does something and then gravity slows down time and something and another thing asymptotic curves can't ever blah blah blah so the author is an idiot to think that they wouldn't agree and besides that the tangential mass charge something ions and protons something fabric, so there you go, right?"

Um, right?

"That's just common high school physics."

Um, how about some wine?

"Oh, I've got some home-brew here if I can get the cap off."

Okay. Can I have Tyelnol with mine?

Life goes on (by Kat)

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da,

life goes on, brah!...

Lala how the life goes on...

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...

Lala how the life goes on.

Gotta love the Beatles.

I really sincerely appreciate the kind thoughts and the love you've sent my way.

Grandma is settled in her new home, fussing around with her books and teddy bears, making sure they're all just so. She's right next door to her best friend, and she loves how much fun it is. Prior to the move, she was all the way across the hall. So, you know, this is lots better.

Grandpa's ashes are ready to be scattered back at the family cemetery in Illinois.

Comfort's been given to loved ones across the country.

Chirp chirp's final choir concert was last night. She isn't taking choir next year, so the concert was extra bittersweet. She possesses an awful lot of musical talent, but doesn't find it to be rewarding in the least.

And me? Well I'm still standing. I'll settle for that right now.

Worms. Gotta love the worms, too.