How’s this for a new year entry? I made it for lunar beginnings … kinda. I’m writing to quote someone quoting an article about what someone thought about what Rumsfeld said as posted over at Frog Gras: There are just no words

‘Judges felt Mr Rumsfeld was speaking as clear as mud when he uttered the following at a press briefing: “Reports that say that something hasn’t happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns – the ones we don’t know we don’t know.'”‘

I know I shouldn’t and I knew better. That site had an article about blue cheese and caramelized onions braised in port, however, so it’s probably okay.

In other news, I’ve been deathly flu-like and feverish forever and it finally feels to be lifting. Today however I was paying too much attention to reading something and got a headache. But it was the crickets fault.

I was making merit and all with my utter goodliness when I found one in my room earlier and took it outside. Apparently, however, he had a pal that made that noise crickets make only when you’re not trying to listen to them. I have thought long … ok, fine, I’ll have to comply with english and make that ‘long and hard’ … and have determined the cricket was upset at his newfound separation anxiety and thus deliberately hiding for my looking and screeching for my apparent not looking. Tylenol. Thanks be to it.

The other solution was to not pay attention to the noise which serves to make more noise followed apparently by the cricket becoming despondent and stopping the chatter entirely – Suicide likely.