The Thursday Eudemon
Festivus, for the rest of us. Today is All Souls Day: a day to pray for the souls in purgatory, one of the kindest acts of mercy you can do. And perhaps the most prudent. Since most of us will be in those purgatorial shoes some day, it's best to set an example for our children and grandchildren now.
Nice night last night. I was beat, after watching the Seven for 70 minutes, including kitchen clean-up and urine clean-up (courtesy of 18-month-old Tess), I grabbed a couple of Oberon Ales, a nice drinking glass, and went downstairs to watch the Pistons' opening night on the big screen and the Red Wings on the little screen. During commercials, I flipped to the Boise State/Fresno State game and the Cavaliers/Wizards game. No blogging, reading, office work: just me, lots of sports, and beer for 90 minutes. Very nice.
Researchers in Britain who tabulated the reports of people in 59 countries found that those who were married were getting consistently more action than their single peers. In every country included in an article published yesterday in The Lancet medical journal, wedded people were more likely to report sex in the previous month, with the ratio between the groups in some countries as high as 9 to 1.
That's great news. I always considered myself the Austin Powers of married guys. Now, I can argue the claim isn't oxymoronic.
I didn't know that Romania had been permitted to join the elite European Union. I guess they join in January. They'll fit right in (earlier post with assortment of Romanian freak links). This story says a group of Romanian witches are looking forward to the economic opportunity.
I found a great apology for the nap, though I found this introductory snapshot of modern attitudes kind of troubling: "In most of the industrialized world, a nap is seen as a sign of weakness, either physical or moral. The very young and the very old nap. Sick people nap. Bums nap. Healthy, productive adults do not nap." I hope he's not right. I keep a roll-up bed in my law office, and I nap every Saturday and Sunday. If it weren't for naps, I'd be in jail for child abuse by now. In fact, I'd probably be dead, with "Alex-Abbie-Jack-Michael-Meg-Max-Tess's Revenge" branded on my forehead.
Speaking of jail, jailbird Courtney Love is recovering nicely, and she says it was Mel Gibson's act of mercy that sprang her from drug dependency. How will the Mel haters turn this one against him? Love says she's 5/8th Jewish. Maybe Mel just meant to help 3/8ths of her.
And just in case you thought the world is kinda returning to normalcy: Prince is the new Wayne Newton: "the purple one will be performing [in Las Vegas] every weekend starting Nov. 10."
