After a seemingly endless succession of gloomy, cloudy, drizzly days, we’ve managed to pull off a couple of blue-sky, bright sunny days! Not in a row, mind you, but Friday was beautiful, and today is downright glorious! Sunday is truly earning its name today!
The Minnesota Twins, bless their hearts, even pulled off a win against the Detroit Tigers yesterday (hoping for another today). That gives them a win-loss record of 30-35, only five games below the desired .500 mark. (It’s a no-go mojo for a team to play below .500 or a batter to hit below .200 (in infamous “Mendoza Line“).)
On a day like today one can’t help but to think about oranges.
I’ve given this a great deal of thought, and I guess it could have gone two ways:
“Those round red things we’ll call apples, and those skinny things are definitely bananas, but I’m not sure what to call these round orange things!”
“Huh. Well, we already used most of the round food words. I’ve got potato left, but it doesn’t seem really potato-like to me, ya know?”
“No, I agree, let’s use potato for something else. These are round and grow on trees. We could just call them orange apples.”
“But none of the others have two names, do they? Lemons, limes, kiwis, grapes,… we even made strawberries one word! Let’s just call them “oranges” for now, we’ll think of something better later.”
“Okay, but that’s gonna drive the poets crazy!”
Or maybe it went something like…
“Checking out that rainbow. I just love that color orange. We should do something to honor it. It’s so wonderfully orange-y. Let’s name something after it!”
“What, like your dog?”
“No, no… something more permanent. Something people will remember. I’m gonna name a fruit after it!”
“Hee, hee! That’s gonna drive the poets crazy!”
I guess the moral is: the poets get the short end of the stick every time.
And speaking of sheer poetry, I discovered recently that my best friend had never heard the notorious “knock-knock” joke about oranges. Just in case there is anyone else in the world lacking in this important bit of education, I give you:
Okay, maybe a “knock-knock” joke doesn’t qualify as poetry. Here’s something else that doesn’t qualify as poetry…
Shakespeare once wrote about a young serial killer, name of Hamlet, who said to one of his victims, “Words, words, words.” In the same way that some people never know what words will come out of their mouths, I never know what words will come out of my brain.
I opened it last night, and this came out:
June Toon Tune
It’s a poem about love. Well, sort of.
And speaking of words (words, words), my current project involves web servers, web pages, web forms, web applications and web services (“Oh what a wicked web we weave…”).
When writing documentation for the project, I often find myself thinking about the Batman’s batphone down in the batcave next to the batmobile (on the same bat-station at the same bat-time (batter up!))…
I suppose the other name for this post would be: Silly Sunday!
Sometimes ya just gotta let the silly out!
Update: edited the ending and changed the title (which also changes the URL). If this post suddenly “vanished” that’s why. Not gone, just moved.