The Curmudgeonly Professor has been deeply remiss in writing words of wisdom on this blog. He has had recurring thoughts of just abandoning the whole thing after five plus years of being imprisoned by it each day, checking page views to see how many of his sisters have been paying attention to it, a duty from which they are not allowed to shirk. Several valid reasons exist for not posting more stuff, among which:
- The Curmudgeonly Professor is growing older and, as a result, is becoming more defunct. Should he last that long, he will reach his 82nd birthday by September 17. We all know that old people are not supposed to know anything any more.
- Doctor and dentist visits have curtailed interest in blogging.
- After several years of reading very little, I have started reading books once more, with a vengeance. There is a high opportunity cost to continual blogging, meaning, in economic translation, that you give up a lot of other stuff to do it and reading is one thing that I have done all my life until becoming captive to my blogs.
- To use another economics term, one reaches the Point of Diminishing Marginal Utility after blogging for 5 and 1/2 years, meaning that increments to satisfaction from additional hours spent blogging begin to piddle away into less and less and teenier units of satisfaction.
So here are some cogent deep thoughts for today:
- Daylight savings time reeks. Who needs another hour of daylight at night when you have to get up in the dark to get the newspaper?
- BYU (Brigham Young University to the uninitiated) broke our hearts again yesterday, with both the men's and women's basketball teams losing to the villain Gonzaga.
- As to Downton Abbey, we presume that Lady Mary and Lord Grantham are off tending the pigs this summer, since clearly pig farming was going to save the Abbey and prevent the Lords and Ladies from having to can all the common laborers and folks in the lower dungeons of the Abbey and maybe put on their own coats and tie their own ties for a change. As a former pig farmer in the Future Farmers of America, I could offer them technical support if so asked. Hard to tell about how well the pig venture will work, since Lord Grantham is clearly an economic dunce having already squandered Lady Cora's fortune by getting bamboozled on worthless Canadian railway stock.
- But Mr. Bates has found a new lease on life by saving the Kingdom after cleverly purloining a damning letter from a visitor's pocket that apparently could have raised havoc with the monarchy. Lady Edith is spending the summer in Switzerland rescuing her child so she can deposit it in one of their tenant farmer families to be raised at somewhat less status than the lords and ladies of the Abbey. Mr. Carson, wading into the ocean in the declining moments of the year's finale holding hands with his ladyhousekeeper, may have found romance after all, after he takes time out from Downton to appear on Somerset Murders or whatever. A truly stunning development. Lady Mary's suitors are languishing in a state of unrequited and unreciprocated adoration, both pledging to continue the battle. The slimy Mr. Barrow was beginning to get his comeuppance, long overdue from Ms. Baxter who basically told him to go fly a kite, she wasn't going to tattle for him any dang longer. Hurray, I say.
- We live in eager anticipation of next year's Abbey developments.
- My sisters have strong opinions on what is happening on the Abbey, having sprung for the seasons's DVD and cheated and watched it all way ahead of time and then acting snooty about knowing what was going to happen while I remained in ignorance.
- Now on to Mr. Selfridge, which my sisters claim is too racy for them to watch although in Downton the Turkish ambassador did manage to croak early in the series and had to be hauled out, plus the occurrence of a few other assorted infidelities and hanky-pankyings by the Lords and Ladies of the Abbey.
Thus ends this current round of imparted wisdom which the Professor hopes you have found as an invaluable increment to your own knowledge and wellbeing. Have a nice day.