Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is an intriguing guy...[he] asks great questions and answers others with style, flair, reason and wit. On the blogroll he goes. Make him a part of your regular blogospheric reading. I certainly will.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Common Sense Junction: Misha @ Anti-Idiotarian never ceases to amaze me. He keeps finding other good blogs. I went over to A.I. this morning for my daily Misha fix and he had found this guy named Morgan Freeberg in Fair Oaks, California, that has a blog, House of Eratosthenes. Freeberg says its "The Blog That Nobody Reads" but it may now become the blog that everybody reads.
Jaded Haven: Good God, Morgan, you cover a topic from front to back with a screwy thoroughness I find mind boggling. I'm in awe of your thought proccesses, my friend, you're an exceptional talent. You start by throwing in the kitchen sink, tie in someone's syphilitic uncle, bend around a rip tide of brilliance and bring it all home in a neat, diamond dripping package of an exceptionally readable moment of damn fine wordsmithing. I love reading you.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
Philmon: When Morgan meanders, stick with him - he's got a point and it'll be worth it in the end. He's not a hit-and-run snarky quip kind of guy. The pieces all fall into place like tumblers in a lock and bang! He's opened a cognative door for you.
Rightlinx: Morgan at House of Eratosthenes is one of the best writers out there. I read him nearly every day because he manages to provide an interesting perspective, even though I don't always agree.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
We’re one plate of sandwiches away from making that monster-sized Thanksgiving turkey into history. This weekend we’re going to cut ourselves a tree. Whatever autumnal allergies I’ve suffered with the annual demise of daylight savings time, have also become a memory. I can see my breath. I can’t work my day-job early enough to head home without my headlights on, and I’m just about acclimated to that.
There are three other things I notice persistently happen this time of year.
1. I get closer to car accidents. By that I mean, I see them, or I hear about them close to where I live, or relatives suffer because of them. I think I can explain this, since back in ’96, it actually happened to me. We’ve all become accustomed to sixteen hours of daylight, and a pleasant climate to complement our driving chores/leisure activities. Mother Nature has other ideas for us and we’re sluggish in our efforts to adapt.
2. It seems year after year there are always the makings some kind of a budgetary crisis because a vehicle decided to demand attention during the Christmas shopping season. Seems every little part that can ambush me with mandatory replacement, does. I think I can explain this one too. Cars are plastic, aluminum, and…rubber. I blame this on the rubber. My sinus cavities aren’t terribly cheerful about the transition from August to December, so why should the rubber seals greet the climate change with any more enthusiasm. Things are generally chilly, and they’re also dry. Rubber doesn’t like dry and it isn’t real fond of cold.
3. For this one, I have no explanation whatsoever: I have to start hitting whocalled.us to find out what asshole is calling my home and/or cell phone and hanging up. This has slowly devolved over the years from a festering irritant to an enigmatic ritual. The turkey carcass goes in the trash, the Christmas list goes up, my phones start ringing because some dickhead programmed a computer somewhere to make ’em ring.
I would like a logical explanation for #3, almost as much as I’d like cessation of #3…almost.
Just today, I got two new phone numbers to place on my “asshole” list. This is a real list. My cell phone is supposed to ring with an innocuous and subtle “chirp chirp chirp” sound when it gets a call from an asshole. This is a most satisfactory solution, but I still have to question the sanity of a universe in which I have to play these little games with my phone.
This is where technology gets us? It’s a powerful argument for taking up the lifestyle of a 12th-century goat farmer and living in a straw hut.
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