I spent some time today pondering the mysteries of the Solar System while looking for dead animals and plant remains. That is to say- Iwas hungry in a bourgeois proletarian omnivorous sort of way. Part of the reason had to do with a bottle called 'Ox Juice' we've at the lab. The other part was due to not eating for 24 hours.
Back to the Solar System.
Uranus apparently has an atmosphere containing mostly methane. It also has a surface temperature of -230 degrees. So I guess one could say it smells like. . .Hades, but is too cold for the fallen angels, hence it must be elsewhere.
I can only imagine what it smells like.
Picture every human being and all the cows on Earth farting simultaneously and multiply that by 100. (If ever there was a time to quit smoking.) Like I said, Uranus has a surface temperature of -230 and. . .you know. . .this might, just might be the cure for global warming.
Except for the election of a Socialist to the highest in the land (should we call him the Big Brother???), and an audit by the IRS, last week went pretty good for me-if one forgets about the traffic ticket. I'm one of the few people I know who actually made money in the stock market last week when my shares in AIG increased in value.
Hmm. What else?
Lepers. I had a dream about lepers. When I was 10-years-old, I was obsessed with lepers. My sunday school teachers made them sound so interesting; talking about how their fingers and toes would fall off, and how they needed pet cats to chase the rats away as the rats would nibble their skin off. My mistake was asking my dad about leprosy.
Mistake.
He gave me a Bible concordance and made me read every single scripture in the Bible mentioning lepers, lerosy, skin diseases, and the proper Levitical laws on how to deal with it.
It was the longest three days of my life.
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