I got up quite early this morning, under the mistaken impression I might virtuously go off grocery shopping during the halcyon 8:30 to 10:30am time when the place is bright and calm and quiet and nobody’s clogging the aisles except little old ladies who might need help but that’s fine. But of course, I didn’t actually get there till the 4:00pm rush hour, but that’s a story for no other time.
But I did check the internetz briefly at dawn, and read Eric’s comment during the night that reads:
Why has the Ameroboob media spent nearly a month now talking about Prince’s mysterious death, but wouldn’t even question Antonin Scalia’s death (which was a lot more suspicious)?
I think we all know the answer to that one….
–And I thought, “Yeah, I’ll have to get back to that one . . . .”
But the funny part is, it was only about an hour later and I was pacing around the kitchen with my second or third cup of coffee, and I was thinking to myself: “You know, I read somewhere on the internet in the last week or so, somebody was pointing out how the media keeps talking about Prince’s mysterious death, and yet– oh let’s see, now what was this commenter comparing it to again? And where did I read that anyway? Was it Vox Day? Was it Heartiste? Was it Patriactionary? Who the hell said that?”
And I was perplexed. But then as the evening drew on I returned and reread Eric’s comments and behold– it was Eric all along, and only less than 12 hours before the fact of my perplexity!
Well, now would be the time to return to the riddle of Cinderella Gonzalez and the No Good, Very Mystery Day Justice Scalia suffered on his “hunting trip”. But having said my piece (peace?) about my recent mental perplexities, perhaps I’d better drink another gallon of coffee first . . . .