I'm probably no more philosophical on Fridays than on other days, but since it's my day off I can actually hold onto a thought for longer than a nanosecond. Sometimes. So I'm announcing a new blig feature: Deep Thoughts Fridays.
First Friday Deep Thought (because if I use "1." Wix insists on being helpful and creating an indented list format for me which I really don't want but it will not let me tell it's auto-formatting to eff off):
The flat Earth movement is becoming more and more accepted because stores don't sell globes anymore.
To explain: every year my mother asks for relatively normal things for Christmas -- new sheets for her bed, say. Now, there will he specifications, stated -- queen size, deep pocket -- and just generally understood -- the room is blue, so no red buffalo plaid or forest green with moose. And those are the things she tells my brother, now my SIL.
I am given the list of odd things, things with such specific requirements that they require in-person shopping in stores to see/touch/measure and probably don't exist too boot. This year's special item, and I quote, "a globe with words big enough I can read them."
It's really hard to judge a globe's font size based on a pic online. So I went out into the real world where the people are to comparison shop globes.
(I already looked at stores that have more or less searchable web sites so I'd already eliminated normal big box and department stores because none have actual globes that you can pick up and squint at trying to mimic your mother's poor eyesight in the stores. Many don't even have globes at all.)
It is actually very easy to comparison shop globes because I only found them in one store. I'm pretty sure they were actually for sale and not just store display decoration. "See how wonderful this etagere will look in your home when you add your favorite fake books and a small globe."
And they were very small globes. Like maybe 3-4 inch diameter or just a bit larger than a magic 8 ball.
I walked around office supply, home decor, international market, and those odd discount stores whose stock is whatever fell off a truck no questions asked. It's like a 3-D mostly spherical model of our planet is just not a thing in the 21st century.
And maybe if people actually saw globes on a regular basis they'd remember them from school and think about Mrs. Murray (or Sister Immaculate if you went to Catholic school like I did) taught 5th grade world civ with it and the big pull-down mercator map, this flat Earth silliness will die. Because Mrs. Murray / Sister Immaculate was a sharp cookie who saw through every preteen subterfuge and stopped every prank before it got beyond the "what if we . . ." stage. And if she says the world is round, then it's round. No back talk, don't slouch, and I'll have those bottle rockets now, yes you, Miss Jones, into the bin beside my desk, please, now who can identify Sweden on the globe.
Second Friday Deep Thought
My stomach is turning into a cat.
I ate lunch. It was content. For about 12 minutes. Then it demanded a snack. I said maybe but it had to wait. It drove me nuts whining for its treat. I gave in after about an hour. Just a few potato chips because I'm still trying to be good especially with sodium since now 2/3 of the meds can't get along with salt. I sealed up the bag. Done. Stomach resumes whining. More treats! No! And then it removed all treats, actually everything I've eaten all day and possibly yesterday, too. Quite forcefully empties itself. Which, if you have a cat, you know is one hundred percent cat behavior.
p.s. Or does the lack of just, you know, normal globes like you had at school show the undue influence on the flat earthers? Is no retail globes the root cause or a symptom? hmmmmmmm
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