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More than you ever wanted to know about Daylight Saving Time. Thanks to Jeremy for the link.

I had no idea that the California State Legislature had requested federal approval to extend Daylight Saving Time permanently. CA Senate Joint Resolution No. 1 states, in part:

• California is experiencing an energy crisis
• DST is a “widely used 20th century energy reduction tool” (!)
• DST also provides safer commuting, saving lives
• DST also reduces crime

and therefore requests that Congress “approve legislation that allows a state to uniformly apply daylight saving time year round”.

Atlantic Records announced on March 19 that the new RUSH album, Vapor Trails, will be released on May 14. The first single (a RUSH single?!) was scheduled to be released to radio stations on the 29th.

See the Atlantic Records press release archive for RUSH.

OK, here’s something I just didn’t need to see. You don’t want to know about it either, to have the image haunt you as you drift off to sleep, to picture it first thing the next morning when you wake from disturbing dreams.

But you can’t stop, can you? You’re compelled. You keep on reading.

See? Told you so. Anyway I’m taking a shower in the men’s locker room at the gym. An older man is showering across the room. I pay no attention because, in general, I try to pretend naked men don’t exist. Also, because the shower heads protrude from the walls rather than from columns in the center of the room (a design that promotes a bit too much “community” for my delicate Midwestern sensibilities) I spend most of my shower time facing the tile wall, mentally probing nuggets of entertainment and wisdom from the stained grout, for later reporting in this space.

But at one point I spin around to rinse out my hair, to see the other man — stiff movements, tired flesh, liver spots — in a half-squat, bent over with one elbow on his knee for support, peering intently between his legs in the direction of his ass. Which is where one of his fingers has been planted, digging for — oh, I can’t even go on. I mean, cleanliness might be next to Godliness, but this guy’s index finger was next to his colon.

I bring latex gloves and rain boots to the gym now.

You know you live in Granola County when you receive a pamphlet in the mail advertising a weekend event during which the meal choices are

• chicken/fish/dairy
• chicken/fish/non-dairy
• fish only/dairy
• fish only/non-dairy
• vegetarian/dairy
• vegetarian/non-dairy

The event itself is something that would probably incite rioting in more conservative parts of the country: a contact improv jam at the regional clothing-optional hot springs.

It’s especially funny that none of the meal options, as picky as they are, include mammal. So, if you have a taste for beef or pork, you have to stay home. But, looking at the bright side, you then wouldn’t have to spend your weekend leaping naked into the arms of complete strangers.

Can you buy happiness for $2.55?

That’s my question for the guy behind me in line at the grocery store. It’s 9:00 AM, and he lays a cold bottle of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and a 40-oz High Life on the conveyor. I wanted to ask, is that breakfast and lunch? Dinner and dessert? Or is one of the bottles for a friend?

But then, you have to wonder, which of the two gets the 40? There’s a quality vs. quantity issue here. Would you rather have 12 oz of good beer, or 40 oz of swill? Assume for the moment that having 40 oz of good beer is not an option. Certainly, in the case of MHL, it isn’t.

The scary part of the episode is that the guy was dressed as if he intended to spend the day operating power tools.