Today is the official Fool's Day.
It has become my sober belief that every day I wake is a fool's day, I just have to read the front page of the Times to get confirmation and the salient details.
This from Ms. Beatrice K. Otto's Fools are Everywhere:
"God is great, but you can have too much of a good thing- hence the Feast of Fools (festum stultorm or fete de fous) allowing an "ebullition of the natural lout beneath the cassock". The feast took place between Christmas and the Epiphany and was a literal interpretation of Luke's statement that those of low degree could be exalted and the mighty lowered for a while. They would give mock sermons or sermons joyeux, interlarding pious scriptural passages with ribaldry. During the feast clerics might wear glasses with orange peels for lenses or play dice, eat, drink, dance or burn things in the censer such as shoes or sausages or puddings."
The old orange-peel-glasses gag. Classic.
In other foolishness, we lost Basra despite whatever horseshit spin you may be reading. You know why? The Iraqi Army didn't know that the streets of Basra are too narrow for the tanks they drove down in.
The Iraqi Army didn't know that.
So, we're training those guys well, clearly.
It's really going well over there.
Another headline today:
Some Houses Worth Less than Their Copper Pipes
Which is like realizing that the most valuable things you own are the fillings in your teeth.
It's just going great out there.
Walsh had a great day yesterday, thanks to some good people and, of course, some very good medication. She may be retiring the Ms. Teapot 2008 crown today, ending her glorious reign as the Human Battering Ram, She Who Walks Sideways Through Doors.
They're going to take a look at it this afternoon and do what they think is best.
Answer to the Monday Morning Music Quiz is Number Four, sorry Rosie. The good Reverend and his band the Heat are as real as can be, but Baby's on Fire has yet to be written. Ann's got a good start to it, all bow to the Lampshade Queen.