So there's something pretty big
happening today, and a lot of people are excited about it. My sister
asked me yesterday if I was going to watch the solar eclipse. I told
her I might; I honestly had not thought about it. She was stunned by
my lack of enthusiasm.
I can't tell if the eclipse is just a
non-event for me, or if I am just sick of all the talk and excitement
surrounding it. Social media just make things worse by allowing
people to drone on and on about the thing. I know, ironic coming from
a guy who is writing a blog.
I had a work buddy tell me that he
went moutain climbing Labor Day weekend, and he dubbed that “great
fun.” I am an indoor, solitary guy. Guys like me rarely get the
urge to take off our socks and tiptoe through the tulips, so to
speak. My nephew Tyler had to explain what those 13.1 and 26.2 bumper
stickers meant, if that tells you anything.
The last solar eclipse I watched was
in 1979. Some friends and I drove downtown so that we could view it
in the park. We did not have solar eclipse glasses. We had made
homemade viewing instruments out of household items. I made a viewer
out of a Pringles can. We were freezing cold but also brimming with
youthful excitement. I wonder if any old timers passed behind us
while we had our faces plastered to shoe boxes and a Pringles can,
and just shook their heads at us.
Here's a bit of eclipse advice. Today,
when I interact with any cashiers or baristas, when they say “Thank
You,” “Have a Nice Day,” or “Come Again,” (assuming they
can be bothered to do that), I will reply, “R'Lyeh,” just to see
what their reaction is. If they look at you with stunned confusion,
just smile and leave. If they reply with, “Wgah'nagl
Fhtagn,” or “Cthulhu Will Rise,” then you have found proof that
there are still cool people in this world.
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