Dissecting me

Hmm....

The magnet high school I graduated from was only for students with an IQ of 145 or higher, so, if the above test is accurate, I've declined at least one entire standard deviation since I was sweet 16.  Bummer.  But then again, considering all the physical insults my poor brain has suffered, that's not bad.

Haha!

And I'll be the torch singer in a slinky

dress slit up to here!

A Song for the Age of Corona

I'm sittin' here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothin' to do

I'm hangin' around

 But nothing ever happens and I wonder
                                                       Isolation is not good for me
                                            I wonder how
                                            I wonder why...

Summertime

A sultry southern summer night, too hot to sleep...

That clarinet's got attitude! And that trumpet...!

From my favorite era

Everyone dressed properly, the men in suits and ties, 

and everyone reading sheet music and 

playing real musical instruments with skill and panache.

Weather and pleasure

“To enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.”
― Herman Melville

I'm by nature a northern person and can only take hot weather in small doses, especially hot, humid weather.  The cool dampness of the Pacific Northwest, up to and including southeast Alaska, is my ideal climate.  I've lived on tropical isles in the western Pacific and in East Asia and Central Asia.  Tropical isles can be nice because of the trade winds blowing and the frequent rain squalls, but hot, humid East Asia and hot, dry, dusty Central Asia...no thanks.  
And the southeastern states, with all that muggy heat, I can hardly stand to wear clothes.  In a way, there is a certain pleasure in relaxing on the porch of an old house of a southern evening, wearing as little as possible, sipping something with ice and lemons and gin in it, with the night air like black velvet on your skin, listening to crickets, frogs and night birds.
As to what Melville wrote, I agree completely.  Even in winter I sleep with the window open a crack.  Once, I slept in an attic with poorly sealing windows and cracks in the roof through which snow flakes drifted and swirled.  There was a skim of ice in the glass of drinking water on the table by my bed.  I snuggled deep in my down comforter, toasty warm as I watched my breath make clouds.  It was delightful.

Thank you, Corona-chan!

I've been to a few far away places, no doubt

 “I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”

“It is not down on any map; true places never are.” 

― Herman Melville 

Um...what?

I was browsing the comments to some on-line article and came across a couple of guys discussing the practicality of skeet shooting using a 20-pound baby and a machine gun.
What relevance this had to the contents of the article was unclear to me, as was the sanity of the commenters.
This world often completely baffles me.

Sigh...

Well, I think it's funny...

My tastes in humor are simple and I like it clean and fun.  I don't care much for dirty jokes -- I used to think they were "edgy" but not anymore.  They're just crass.  And I don't care much for the "they're wrong" type of humor, nor does the "did you ever notice..." angle do much for me.
So what kind of humor do I like?
Well, stuff like this from a Fibber McGee & Molly radio show broadcast in 1945 at the end of World War II.
It's of the "deliberate misunderstanding" variety of humor.  Gracie Allen of Burns & Allen was a master of this type of humor, but the most famous example comes from Abbott & Costello.  Their "Who's on first?" bit is the classic of the genre.
Anyway,  this gives me a chuckle (it's about thee minutes long):

Fibber McGee and Molly

Gale Gordon (Mayor LaTrivia)

One of my favorites

From a novel I wrote

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Sent to me anonymously...

 

My job kind  of requires me to be like this, although in another field, but definitely a male-dominated one that is all equipment and high-T mental and physical performance, although I am not a participant but an...hmm...advisor, assistant, analyzer...I guess.

Darn Corona-chan!

Mission Accomplished!