But, of course, I digress.
I watched the 10th inning of the World Series last night. It was the first time I've ever watched any of a World Series because I'm not much of a baseball fan. Oh, I've attended a few Seattle Mariners games, but I basically just go for the food and the hat trick game on the Jumbotron. But I have to admit it was pretty exciting watching the last inning of the World Series and watch a team that hasn't won a World Series in more than a hundred years finally pull one out.
But in the scheme of things, what does it really matter?
It did take my mind off the Presidential election and the fact that 50 percent of the voting population in the United States have their heads up their deplorable butts and think voting for Donald Trump is a good idea. But this is what makes America great. Even really stupid people have the right to their own opinion no matter how idiotic it really is.
In the scheme of things, this does matter.
The moon is supposed to be the closest it has been to the earth in 68 years this Monday. See what useful things you can glean from social media? I also read a pithy article about two Australian guys who faked their way into a North Korean golf tournament on a lark.
I am not sure what a lark is or how you ride one, but it seems to be a capricious thing to do. Not that I am totally aware of what capricious means. I think it has something to do with wearing Capri pants.
I finished binge watching 7 years of Californication the other night. It is the second time I've binge watched the series and I'm still pretty impressed with how raunchy it was. But now I have a binge vacuum and found myself rewatching the first season of Glee last night.
This can't be a good sign.
Just Googled "on a lark" to cast some light on its origins. It of course means doing something on a whim. There is no agreement online as to where it came from. Some say it comes from Northern England dialect "laik" meaning to play. Others say it's being playful like a skylark. But since it is British slang perhaps Baggy could shed some light on it.
On that note, I'm going to randomly end this post.
What scares me most is that I chose this random post at random.
Do I lark around? Not often. But I am in southern England. Actually, I don't recall ever larking around, not even for a lark.
Ahh, yes, but is anything truly random?
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