The following incremental additions to knowledge have cluttered my brain in recent days:
1. The latest big deal for men is to have a "man cave." A "man cave?" Who is anyone kidding? The mere idea sounds totally ludicrous. Pinterest even has a board for the most outstanding versions of man caves. The NYT crossword puzzle had a clue that was answered man cave. The mere idea suggests a reversion to primitive times when people did, indeed, live in caves what with primitive inscriptions on the wall. Grade: Number 10 (out of 10) on the Gag Index.
2. A shortage of Velveeta cheese is predicted for Super Bowl weekend. Apparently Super Bowl weekend is right up there with the super pigathon food consumption days of the year. A shortage of Velveeta cheese would mean being highly creative in finding something else to dip one's 20 bags of chips in while ingesting thousands of calories and dozing through what often is a boring game. But maybe this game won't be boring since it may be played in the ice age.
3. Imagine the revelations coming to light on Downton Abbey! Orange juice! Labeled as an American idea, apparently the Brits hadn't caught on to squeezing oranges yet. Sewing machines! Imagine the poor seamstresses who will be put out of work when everyone is sewing on a treadle or electric sewing machine. Oh yes, and then we earlier had mixing machines, which were intended by evil inventors to displace half the workers in the kitchens of the rich and privileged. We can only stand small degrees of modernity on Downton Abbey, since we are all plugged into the idea that the servants are there to take care of the rich and that everyone is deliriously happy with the arrangement. Except poor Mosely, the sad sack of the Abbey, whose run of bad luck continues ad infinitum, so to speak.
4. Disposing of actors and actresses who get sick of acting on soap operas and BBC series gets to be a bit of a pickle some times. Even though Ballykissangel is long over, those of us just catching up have had to endure a cardiac arrest to do in pretty little Dervla Kirwan who plays Assumpta Fitzgerald. An entire episode was devoted to her passing on, so to speak. Doc Martin's beloved Auntie Joan was done in, as the grouchy doctor announced from the pulpit at her funeral, by being overweight. But poor Matthew Crawley was extinguished in a bloody car wreck with details shown in the last episode of last year just so he could extricate himself from the drudgery of Downton Abbey and go seek his acting fortune elsewhere. And, of course, anyone who courts Lady Mary may think twice (thrice?) since three men in her life have already been extinguished.
5. Getting rid of emails is like shoveling out the Augean stables. The more you unsubscribe, the more garbage that shows up. Deleting en masse helps. I've heard people brag about having thousands of emails untended on their hard drive.
6. I love my iPad except for: (1) pop-up ads, (2) loosey goosey flipping around, (3) unreliable back arrow which is just as likely to send you to something you looked at six months ago as what you just looked at and want to go back to. Or to which you want to go back. to.
7. The Utah Jazz may require another 4-5 years of fine tuning before the talented team of young men can become a serious and consistent threat. But the Jazz can still be a fun team to watch if you don't care about winning more than a small handful of games.
8. It snowed here in early December. Patches of snow still remain on north frontages all these weeks later. And St. George is supposed to be in the banana belt.
The Curmudgeonly Professor does not wish to overburden his reader's "little gray cells" as Poirot so descriptively calls brain activity, and so must conclude. If and when he ever learns anything else of possible importance, you can read about it here.