Almanacs
I wasn't sure if tonight was a full moon so I checked the Farmer's Almanac...but only after checking a lunar calendar that I scored from a GS (that's short for "Google search").
See the lunar calendar for yourself.
We need "full moon" written in there somewhere, people. I can see that the pie in the sky is looking delicious but the waxing and waning gibbous moons can also look full sometimes. (I could have always fallen back on the old "Skimming The Headlines For Crazy" trick...cuz you know V.P. Dick wouldn't shoot a fellow quail hunter on a cresent moon...aw, snap!) but I needed to be certain so I checked the almanac for actual dates. Happy full moon Sunday.
So now I'm all thinking about ALMANACS. The word reminds me of CHEESE and DUST. And I can't figure out why. So I'm thinking about it...thinking...thinking...
And I believe it's because saying the word has the same effect on the mouth as eating cheese--right there, toward the back of the tongue--on its sides--and at the back of the throat. Those are the places where cheeses and the word "almanac" go to dance. (Go ahead and say it out loud, if you haven't already.) Aw, snap...
And DUST because almanacs are like Manual GS's...which is to say, old...which is to say, dusty.
Here's a ditty from Poor Richard's Almanac:
Many a little, makes a mickle.
Indeed. I saved my change in a jug for 2 years in NYC. After pillaging the jug for silver on more than several occasions for groceries, all that was left was pennies.
November 29, 2005: I haul my pennies to Commerce bank and dump them, clinckety-clank-a-jing-diddy-jang, into the penny arcade. I wait anxiously for many seconds as the machine calculates my chips. I have heard whoppers about the penny arcade...thirty, forty, even fifty dollars! people have won from the sugar accumulated on their dressers.
My total tallied, I bring the receipt to the teller. In turn, he hands me my mickle, twenty and some change, as if to say, "Put this toward your next visit!" In a perfect world, he would have winked then. And maybe executed a perfectly synchronized backwards nod/air kiss...then an eyes closed/biting the bottom lip/air guitar jam, yes, those are always fun.
See the lunar calendar for yourself.
We need "full moon" written in there somewhere, people. I can see that the pie in the sky is looking delicious but the waxing and waning gibbous moons can also look full sometimes. (I could have always fallen back on the old "Skimming The Headlines For Crazy" trick...cuz you know V.P. Dick wouldn't shoot a fellow quail hunter on a cresent moon...aw, snap!) but I needed to be certain so I checked the almanac for actual dates. Happy full moon Sunday.
So now I'm all thinking about ALMANACS. The word reminds me of CHEESE and DUST. And I can't figure out why. So I'm thinking about it...thinking...thinking...
And I believe it's because saying the word has the same effect on the mouth as eating cheese--right there, toward the back of the tongue--on its sides--and at the back of the throat. Those are the places where cheeses and the word "almanac" go to dance. (Go ahead and say it out loud, if you haven't already.) Aw, snap...
And DUST because almanacs are like Manual GS's...which is to say, old...which is to say, dusty.
Here's a ditty from Poor Richard's Almanac:
Many a little, makes a mickle.
Indeed. I saved my change in a jug for 2 years in NYC. After pillaging the jug for silver on more than several occasions for groceries, all that was left was pennies.
November 29, 2005: I haul my pennies to Commerce bank and dump them, clinckety-clank-a-jing-diddy-jang, into the penny arcade. I wait anxiously for many seconds as the machine calculates my chips. I have heard whoppers about the penny arcade...thirty, forty, even fifty dollars! people have won from the sugar accumulated on their dressers.
My total tallied, I bring the receipt to the teller. In turn, he hands me my mickle, twenty and some change, as if to say, "Put this toward your next visit!" In a perfect world, he would have winked then. And maybe executed a perfectly synchronized backwards nod/air kiss...then an eyes closed/biting the bottom lip/air guitar jam, yes, those are always fun.
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