Roy G Biv and Other Skooling

Posted on 12 March 2022 by Larry Russwurm

Quick, what are the colours of the rainbow? No hints except maybe the title.

Wrong! Listing the colours of the rainbow is impossible because there are at least millions of gradations in a spectrum which is what a rainbow really is. Neither English nor any other language has enough words to mean all those colours.

Yes, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet are in the spectrum and in that order, but they are not the totality of the the spectrum or rainbow. If you know Roy G. Biv, you have committed a mnemonic to memory that you didn’t need to.

I also have to out the rainbow flag. It’s not a rainbow. A rainbow would have those six colours but also a million gradations between them.

Now that I have outed the rainbow flag, it feels great to have that pressure off my chest. Coming out of the closet on this is very freeing.

If you don’t agree with me, you can always say something different. After all no matter how flat you make a pancake, it always has two sides.

Ahem. No matter how flat you make a pancake it always has three sides. One side, the other side, and the outside or rim.

It’s the same with a coin. That’s why a coin toss is never 50/50. It’s 49.9997/49.9997/0.0006, the 0.0006 representing the times the coin lands on its edge. These are not totally accurate numbers just a guesstimate so you can see what I mean.

I hope you feel skooled by my technicalities. Some of you are laughing at my spelling of skooled and saying you got me on that. Yes. Be smug with your technicality. Now you know how I feel.

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Let Sleeping Cats Lie

Posted on 5 March 2022 by Larry Russwurm

My cat, Bast, is overweight. That combined with her age, means she can no longer jump up to the bed. She can however jump up to the futon and curl up there.

I was worried about this last fall as we were getting into the colder seasons. I have all tile floors. She likes lying on them in the summer because they are cool compared to the rest of the place. But in winter that coolness is not desired. The tiles get so cold that I need to wear slippers. For warmth all the poor cat had was the futon and some mats.

I bought her a cheap cat bed years ago and although small, I thought she would use it. After all if any shirt or clothing made it onto the floor she would settle on it. But she never liked the cat bed and never slept on it.

So last fall I bought a bigger cat bed that had cushioning inside it. She didn’t take to it. I picked her up and put her on it but she immediately squirmed and took off. So I lay it there, beside her favourite mat hoping that eventually she would try it.

Later this winter, I caught her sleeping on the mat with her head on the cat bed, like it was a giant pillow. Indeed It is bigger than my pillow. It was cute. I caught her sleeping like that between 5 and 10 times in the last couple weeks.

I think she likes it now but not for its intended purpose. It is now a giant cat pillow. And she has feelings enough for it that just the other day I saw her licking it like it was her baby or best friend (it’s not weird because it is fuzzy like another cat).

So I’ll say this was a semi successful purchase. Obviously she enjoys lying on the mat more. I just now caught her sleeping with it as her pillow so enjoy the photo.

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Reffing a Movie

Posted on 26 February 2022 by Larry Russwurm

A tall man in a suit was trying to get into a the movie theatre ahead of me. He had a coupon and was insisting it had no expiry date on it. Nevertheless, the ticket counter staff wouldn’t accept it. After two minutes of debating he finally gave up and said, “I’m a professional referee. I know what’s fair. Fine I’ll pay. But this won’t be the last of it.”

I hoped this was the last of it for me and paid next in line.

I got some food then went into my showing. Yes the referee was in the same showing. I just didn’t think much of it.

The theatre darkened and we were into the previews. The whole room tried to watch with an open mind. After a few of these began the movie proper.

The main character had a goal that developed near the start. Of course she went straight forward towards the goal. Of course if she got her wish right away there would be no more movie. But there were setbacks.

The first one revealed itself to the audience when suddenly there was a whistle sound. “2 minutes for interference of the main character!” yelled the ref from the back of the darkened room. A few people chuckled. No one was quite sure what to do so nothing was done about the ref.

After a couple more setbacks, the main character started to push harder and harder at the people in her way. The ref had had enough. “TWEET! Two minutes to the main character for elbowing her way through the setbacks!”

More people chuckled this time. A few had looked back and eyed the ref. But he looked to be bigger and more muscular than anyone in the darkened theatre.

Then a fight erupted between the main character and her enemy. The main character barely won because her enemy fought dirty. “TWEET! TWEET! Two minutes to the main character for roughing! 5 minutes to her enemy for fighting!

A man became an ally for the main character after that. In fact the main character and him began to plan things out better so the goal didn’t seem as far away as it had before.

There was a confusing action scene that held the theatre patrons to their seats. Much happened in those few minutes including the main character striving mightily against her cheating enemy. With some of the advice of the ally the main character barely prevails. In the lull came, “TWEET! Too many actors in a scene. We’ll never catch all of that without buying and pausing the film!” There was some chuckling but one loud “Shhhh!”

The ally was finally making his move on the main character. It was an awkward move so the main character almost bailed. Then she was reminded of his value and came right into his personal space and kissed him. “TWEET! Two minutes for holding!” That two minutes the audience watched as other parts were brought to a conclusion

Eventually everyone shuffled out of the theatre. Still no one complained so the referee still hadn’t got his revenge. He looked dejected.

One of the last patrons who was leaving, stuck two fingers in his mouth to whistle. “TWEEEEEE! Too appropriate to get you kicked out!”

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I Got Up Early and All You Give Me Is Worms?

Posted on 19 February 2022 by Larry Russwurm

The problem with the saying “the early bird gets the worm” is that it makes you think that the reward for getting up early is a worm. This is not the type of incentive I need.

I even think of chomping down on a dew worm, and to be quite honest this disincentivizes me more than anything.

And to be quite honest, imagining a dew worm is one of the better things that I can do. The other worms just put me off even more. Meal worms remind me of eating so doubly it grosses me out imagining eating these.

Then there are tomato worms which make my skin crawl even thinking of them. Ring worms and tapeworms are gross parasites. That in fact is my last mention of real worms because I am getting grossed out just typing this.

Granted they came up with gummy worms whom I can imagine without throwing up. But still, I’m not a huge fan of these sugar loaded snacks. It might tempt others to get up early but not me.

Then there are the sugar snacks that remind one of worms. Like shoestring licorice or twizzlers. But what happened to the tastes of everyone? The red twizzlers and shoestring licorice became more popular than black or licorice flavours. I never liked the red. And now the black is harder to find than ever.

So I am still disincentivized to be the early bird. Perhaps some of you can get on board with these worm substitutes.

The thing about worms is they come out at night. So either you can be the early bird or you can be the night owl if you really want these. I believe the night owls get more worms than the early bird. So even if the worm you’re searching for is the hard to find black licorice ones, the night owl has the best chance of getting these. Hurrah for the night owl.

It’s about time that someone celebrated the night owl over the early bird, isn’t it?

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The Long Game

Posted on 12 February 2022 by Larry Russwurm

Canada’s rise in the soccer world, first the gold medal winning women at the Tokyo Olympics and now the men’s team looking like it might qualify for the 2022 world cup of soccer – so far undefeated in the qualifiers, show Canada as a possible soccer hot spot. How exactly have we gotten this far?

North America has long been a soccer wasteland. Which isn’t that surprising when you realize that North America is a hotbed for sports such as basketball, hockey, football and baseball. It’s exhausting being the best in the world in so many sports. Soccer just fell by the wayside.

But why is Canada improving at soccer and America more or less staying the same? And is it here to stay or is soccer just the sport of the moment?

Canada is playing the long game. We have large immigration numbers from the soccer hotbeds. But we’ve had this for years. Why is it only happening now that men’s soccer is getting good? Well right now it is the players. Formerly, good players that immigrated to Canada would have dual citizenship and would play for the better soccer country. Canada overwhelmingly lost these players, event after event. So for the men, we haven’t qualified for the world cup of soccer since 1986.

Now, many of those players have decided to play for Canada, especially since the world cup of soccer 2026 is coming up and Canada has a guaranteed berth as a co host of such an event. For 2022’s world cup of soccer, I think some players just wanted to stake their claim early for 2026. So we have a really good men’s team that might make it onto the world stage.

But won’t Canada just lose these dual citizens after 2026? If we do it would likely be only if team Canada does poorly. Which is still possible.

However with our immigration strategy being what it is, we are also giving homes to trainers and coaches and other people crucial to developing good soccer programs. I think they would like to carry on in their winning ways here in Canada.

So our native players will get better, too, with all the good coaching and training all around them. And with good players resulting in more good players we should have good soccer for quite awhile.

It’s too early to say for sure but Canada may become the top place for soccer in North America in the coming years.

For years we’ve had the avid fandom of all those immigrants. Living in multicultural Toronto for many years, it didn’t matter how obscure the country that won in the world cup of soccer was, they would have supporters driving around honking their horns and waving their flags. The fandom was there and will be there for a long time. To do well at any sport, you need fans. And there are many fans all across the country that would support any Canadian drive to the world cup of soccer.

Immigration can also be used to increase other traits in the world that we might admire but do not have. For instance, I believe Canada is eating less meat per capita because that is a trait of the rest of the world. Just don’t tell the meat council of this. Or else they’ll force all immigrants to be Texans. And we cannot handle all the bullets flying around that Texans may bring.

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The Vilest Thing You Can Say On American Television

Posted on 5 February 2022 by Larry Russwurm

Last week, Jamie Dornan was on the Ellen show. They showed pictures of him, maybe at home in Ireland? He was in shorts and went into the water of the ocean. They said this was around Christmas. So presumably the water was very cold. But they didn’t say how cold. In fact they danced around saying precisely how cold the water was. I thought that was odd.

Then yesterday, Halle Berry was on the Ellen show. She was talking about her kid and how they had just discovered the F word (at least I believe it was the F word – it got bleeped). She had been advised not to punish her child as that would make the child resentful and make them want to say the F word even more. So now her kid says the F word all the time. They try not to react so that the kid will soon stop saying it because of a lack of reaction.

Ellen, ever the comedian, started saying the F word every other word, trying for a reaction. Halle Berry joined in and the reactions of the person putting in the bleeps was tested. Fortunately for the Ellen show, it is not a live show. Every F word got bleeped and they were not fined by the FCC. Obviously Ellen wants to go out classy in her last season.

Before these two appearances, I thought the vilest thing you could say on American television was the F word. And close behind that would be all the other swear words that the FCC objects to, too. But now I’m not so sure because of the earlier Jamie Dornan interview. I think there is a whole new category of words that the American public thinks is worse than the swear words, so much so that they are never said.

I believe Jamie Dornan wanted to say that the ocean temperature was near zero degrees Celsius. But he was in America, one of the last bastions of the Imperial system of measurements. So he was afraid to use metric units at all and in fact never actually said how cold the water was.

Ellen, knowing how badly metric would go down with the American public, abetted Jamie Dornan in his reserve. Truly, the vilest thing you can say on American television is metric units. Your degrees Celsius, meters, kilometers per hour, liters, Pascals etc. A big thank you to the Ellen show for making this abundantly clear.

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The Human Town

Posted on 29 January 2022 by Larry Russwurm

Look at this town built in the mountains of Sicily. Yes it looks suspiciously like a very large human. The odds of this, I imagine are pretty low. Sicily is an island in the Mediterranean just off the coast of Italy. You know, the peninsula that looks strikingly like a boot.

What are the odds that these two geographical anomalies would be so close together? I would say the odds are very low, so much so that my mind has crunched on the problem so hard that I think I have a valid theory for their proximity to each other.

Let’s say some early Italian peoples were more advanced than the others. The Etruscans come to mind. In fact maybe they were more advanced in ways than the rest of antiquity. Perhaps some inventive person developed a shrink/grow ray gun.

But something went wrong in the testing phase.

S/he was enamoured with stories of seven league boots and the fact you could travel seven leagues with a single pace. With such size, you could travel to all corners of the Mediterranean in minutes. So in boots that weren’t initially seven leagues, s/he aimed the grow ray at themselves. S/he grew so tall that they were soon gasping for air in the higher atmosphere.

Realizing their mistake, s/he changed the grow ray to a shrink ray and in their panic to do so, kicked off one of their boots. This of course led to flailing and accidentally crashing into what would become Centuripe and the end of the inventor S/he.

But the shrink/grow ray gun hadn’t broken yet and accidentally focused on the one boot across the Strait of Messina. It grew and grew until the peninsula of Italy was formed. Then it’s power either ran out or the ray gun was overheated and disintegrated.

And that my friends is the origin story of Centuripe and Italy.

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A Good Judge of Horseflesh

Posted on 22 January 2022 by Larry Russwurm

Before you tell some woman that you love them, be very careful. Mostly, you have to worry about an “I love you!” return. If you don’t get this return, the following may happen to you.

After saying the “I love you!”, what if she doesn’t respond in kind and instead beams at you and says, “Thank you!”? Then she keeps beaming at you.

You’re probably thinking that this is the best possible outcome considering there was no “I love you!” return. But it could also be something else.

Then the magical time comes when she gets you to hold her keys. That’s a sign, you say to yourself, of her trusting you. She might not trust you so much if you hadn’t said “I love you!” The relationship is now in a new stage.

Then the magical time comes when she gets you to hold her purse. Why that’s just further evidence that she really does trust you. Sure it’s a bit embarrassing, standing there and holding her purse but it is also great when you think of how much she trusts you. You also further that trust by not opening any of the compartments and seeing what is inside. Now she will have proof of your love.

Then the magical time comes when she gets you to hold her high heels. This is even more evidence that she trusts you completely. She might be testing your love but that is okay. How she ever managed to walk and stand in these things before you said “I love you!”, you’ll never know. But now she has you and things are different. Now you know why she beamed when you told her you loved her. It’s because she was an excellent judge of horseflesh.

Or at least an excellent judge of things related to horseflesh. Then, you finally get it. She was beaming because at last she had her pack mule she had longed for all her life. What a couple you make. Woman and pack mule.

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Blanket Statements

Posted on 15 January 2022 by Larry Russwurm

Blankets help me sleep. I bet they help the vast majority of us with sleep. I can especially tell in the summer, when my bedroom is too warm to wear a blanket during attempted sleep. I have a much harder time sleeping without a blanket and in the heat.

An electric blanket heats up evenly to help you sleep in the cooler months. This helps people with their sleep, especially if they are sick.

But I’m sick of living with the tyranny of the electric blanket. Electric shouldn’t always mean heat. I suspect some smart cookie is going to figure a way for an electric blanket to cool you as you sleep. This would be a great invention for the summer months. I wouldn’t mind cooling under a blanket in the summer months. I bet my sleep would improve.

The other thing that makes a blanket good for your sleep is the weight of it on your body. Even the slight weight of a thin bed sheet in the right time of year, aids in helping me sleep. Of course, on winter’s coldest night, two comforters on top of each other help me sleep even more. The added weight could easily be responsible.

So they sell weighted blankets to help with sleep. They actually are supposed to help with stress and anxiety, but that helps sleep, too. I was interested in seeing that they weigh between 5 and 30 pounds. Or basically from the weight of a small cat to the weight of a mid size dog. I was actually surprised to see them be as much as 30 pounds, but if it works, I will allow it.

One problem with the weighted blanket is that they are hot to lie under. Again, smart cookie, make a cooling blanket and this all can be alleviated.

Anyhow too much weight is bad for sleeping. Imagine if you had a 200 pound blanket on top of you. You would have to lie on your side, I imagine, so you could breathe easier. Then again you can have so much weight (many tons) that you can sleep very quickly and deeply and for untold eons or until they finally bury you.

Some weeks ago I saw an article in my newsfeed that the trust in media is at an all time low. I simply don’t buy it.

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The 100 Mile High Club

Posted on 8 January 2022 by Larry Russwurm

We’ve all heard about the mile high club. That’s the club where a randy couple have sex on a plane that is flying. Usually the plane is flying that high. So you can guess what I mean by a 100 mile high club. This is sex in space. In particular zero gravity sex.

Now zero gravity sex could have been attempted on the vomit comet. That’s the plane that does parabolas so the flyers experience zero gravity for about 25seconds at a time. But this is hardly enough time for even the fastest quick draw to have sex with a partner. So I don’t think zero gravity sex has been done in a plane.

Zero gravity sex may have even been attempted on the international space station. I’m not sure if there is much or even any privacy to be had on this space station. But some couples would thrive on a lack of privacy. No, where they’re being stopped is the unfortunate point that sex liquids might fly anywhere in the space station after being released. All the other astronauts are likely to inhale these liquids.

No I don’t think zero gravity sex has happened yet in space. But that’s why there are three private consortiums working on making space hotels.

What would be the cost? Well if Bezos charges $28 million to go up 60 miles, getting to orbit is likely to cost $100 million. So for a couple, it would be $200 million.

I’d also expect that the couple would go up for two weeks. One week to practice and get accustomed to the space hotel and zero gravity, and another week to have the best sex of their lives. But not so long that they’d have to do targeted exercise 4 hours a day, like long term astronauts in zero gravity do. Just so those same astronauts can still walk when they get back to earth.

But would the few couples able to afford such a trip, actually go? If you’re a billionaire and bored of everything – sure. It’s a new experience. If you’re engaged to a billionaire you might demand zero gravity sex for your honeymoon. After all it is a couples activity to consummate your love. If you are a billionaire and really, really want someone, offer them a trip with you to a space hotel. What an innocent sounding way to say I’d pay $100 million dollars to have sex with you for two weeks.

It’s only a matter of time before the first zero gravity porno movie is made. The billion dollar porno movie, that is, because it would have five couples who must all be trained to help shoot the movies as well. How could it possibly make back its money? Using all possible sex combinations amongst the ten, they would actually shoot 10 pornos over their two weeks. They could then sell each to a million people for $100 a piece. It won’t be a big moneymaker. But I’d expect it to break even.

There would then be a race to conceive the first baby in space. Expect names like Starchild, Stella, Orbitzo, and Luna etc. to be in vogue for awhile. Most will probably only be $200 million dollar babies. But expect the press to call them billion dollar babies. Those of us old enough to remember Alice Cooper will laugh. Because of these hopeful conceptions, expect the rocket schedules to have to synch with the woman’s maximum fertility.

So you might hear about space hotels and the wonderful experiments they are doing up there. And the beautiful views to be had. But the draw for most humans will be the zero gravity sex. The couples will perform their own experiments I expect.

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