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Anarchy is an expression of insupportable pain and/or Total Bullshit. [thus]Rule/Principle: I like what I Know (as long as it doesn’t Utterly Suck).


Last night my tv blew. Right in the middle of “House”, which the boys and I watch on Monday nights at 8 p.m. and they ask all sorts of questions about anatomical disease and at the commercial breaks assert “He’s Going To Figure It Out!!”, yes yes, and then kerplunk. We stare at the blankness. What the?? We press the buttons. We stare. We give up and wander away from the television as if it has died on the Trail of Tears and there’s nothing to do but move on.

We spent this evening pretending it has always been this way, reading books they got at the book fair this week at school and Doing Whatever.

Then Ears says, We could try whip cream.
Whip cream?
Yeah, I’ve never tried it.
You’ve never had whipped cream, seriously?
No, really – have you ever served me whipped cream on anything?
(I think about it)– Well no, I haven’t – what about like at the ice cream parlor?
I always get cones, don’t I?
Yes. Huh.
(So we go to Wilson Farms and buy whipped cream and I make Ovaltine and warm it up and spray it on there and we drink it.)
This isn’t so bad!, says Ears.



There is a Rule/Principle lying around here somewhere nearby, and I’m looking for it. Is it
[upgrade: . . . what I know, as long as it's Pretty Good/(undefined potential)] .? It's something about setting the bar higher than "Doesn't Utterly Suck" without tripping over into chaos (which Sucks).