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SEP: (noun) (short for: Somebody Else’s Problem) In Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide series, an SEP was a type of generated field that caused people not to see things they really didn’t want to, such as large spaceships, by making them believe it was Somebody Else’s Problem, and, therefore, they could ignore it. Beyond Adams’ books, though, the term is quite useful. For instance, if you’re ever in a situation where it’s questionable that you should take action when your better senses tell you not to, such as breaking up a barfight, then you can just decide it’s an SEP and order another round of drinks.

The Almost Daily

For those of us living in Oregon, we particularly like today, because today is National Oregon Day! Oregon officially became a state on February 14, 1859, but they didn't have the internet then, or nightly news, so it took awhile for the folks to find out they had become the 33rd State. It took until March 8, today. So grab a glass of Oregon Wine, or Oregon beer, and celebrate with the rest of us back here in Oregon. For those of you wondering, Oregon is the 9th largest state, weighing in at 98,379 square miles. Although it is known for its forests, most of it isn't forested. Everything to the right of the Cascades is pretty much desert. Oregon shares a border with Washington, Idaho, Nevada, California, and the Pacific Ocean. Its only National Park is Crater Lake. And even though folks say it rains a lot here, especially on the west side of the state, it's pretty much seasonal. From, say, May through the first of October, it rarely rains at all. Of course, for the other part of the year it pretty much rains all the time. So there. Now you have something to share with your family at supper.

Cartoon of the Week

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The Ballad of King Bob and His Horse Bill

This is the story of Wise King Bob

and his stead and companion Bill.

They rode not to pillage and rob.

Rode not to murder and kill.

They rode through country and county.

They rode o’er hill and dale

in search of the sacred bounty,

in search of the Holy Grail.

They traveled through wind, snow, and rain,

through mud and sleet and hail,

through locusts and plagues, untold of pain,

Chevrolet lug nuts and two-penny nails.

Through blackened night and driving sands,

blizzards and buzzards and hoary frost,

through Krsnas and Vishnus and bad rock bands,

and cold spaghetti without any sauce.

For seventeen years they traveled this way,

until finally Bill had had enough.

He sat down on the road to stay,

and said, “Boss, it’s time to get off.”

Said Bill, “My hooves are tired. My back is sore.

I’m ready to go back home.

If you want to carry on some more,

you’ll have to carry on alone.”

Good King Bob would not falter.

He continued on his quest.

So Bill laid down his halter

and returned to his home in the west.

When Bill arrived at the castle,

how the subjects did dance and sing.

Being without a king was a hassle,

so they made a horse their king.

King Bob traveled on many a year more,

‘till one day at a church rummage sale,

in a discount pile on the floor

Good King Bob found the Holy Grail.

Good King Bob, his quest complete

returned the way he came.

Bill gladly gave back the Royal Seat.

To the people it was the same.

And the Holy Grail... it came to rest

beneath a leaky window pane.

And there it does its very best

to collect the falling rain.

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