Brain Poop: Gnats, Libraries, and Going Stinky

I need to poop out a few thoughts now because my brain is getting constipated.

1) Gnats - The house has been invaded by gnats. I have been swatting at them constantly for the last three days or so. For every one I kill, two more take its place. I have no idea where they're coming from and they are driving me CRAZY. I am so tired of whapping at black specks I just gave up, named one, and let him live on my forehead. Sigh. I fear I resemble a starving Somalian child with flying things sucking at the corners of my eyes.

2) Small town libraries - We are fortunate in that we have two libraries in Our Town: the county library and the community college library. We are unfortunate in that they both suck. I went to the county library first looking for books on cartooning techniques. They had about five books on drawing like the Masters and that was it. Those five were all older than me by the way. Off to the CC. They didn't have what I was looking for either, but I did find a thick book on Disney animation. Since I realized I've been drawing Mickey Mouse hands all this time I thought I might find something good in there.

At the check-out desk was a pile of bookmarks with a list of banned books. "Banned Books Through the Ages. These books have all been banned at one time or another on religious grounds." There were 26 books on the list. I said to the librarian lady....

Me: Banned books! Woo hoo! My summer reading list all on a bookmark. I've been wanting to read "The Sorrows of Young Werther" by Goethe. Where can I find it?
Her: I'm pretty sure we don't have that one.
Me: How 'bout "On the Infinite Universe and Worlds" by Giordano Bruno???
Her: Um, nope.
Me: "The Guide of the Perplexed" by Moses Maimonides???
Her: Don't have that one either.

Sigh. Unless you want to read paperback novels, our little libraries aren't good for much.

3) Going Green, Going Stinky - Saw a commercial with Tommy Lee where he said he hadn't had a shower in a week and saved 268 gallons of water. He was kidding, of course, but it made me think. Could it be in our efforts to go Green and conserve water that society goes back to the Saturday night bath only? Could we live that way again?

I sometimes push the limit between soapings, but I don't think I could make it more than 48 hours, tops. After that I'd be itchin' like I had fleas. And I really wouldn't want to be anywhere close to Tommy Lee a week after his last shower. He would probably smell like old sex leavings or something. I don't care how huge his Mr. Happy is, that's just nasty.

Apropos of Nothing:

Kitty helps Daddy read the paper

I don't know what these two do inside that paper, but I find 'em like this every morning.