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Word of the Every So Often

eyry:  (noun)  (pronounced:  ear-ree, like the lake)  a variant spelling of aerie or eyrie, which is a high nest of a bird, such as a hawk or eagle might make, or any high, inaccessible place.  I get an eerie feeling every time I go near the eyry.

The Almost Daily

It’s National UFO Day.  Or should it be International UFO Day… or Interstellar UFO Day?  Regardless, it was on this day in 1947 that amateur pilot Kenneth Arnold reported seeing a formation of UFOs flying near Mt. Ranier, just up the road in central Washington.  Arnold estimated the nine saucer shaped objects were traveling at speeds over 1700 mph, way faster than anything on earth at that time.  And he wasn’t the only one to see them.  They were spotted by people all over the Pacific Northwest, even by a United Airlines crew, who reported they were paced by these flying objects for several minutes before they… just… disappeared.  Though Arnold never called what he saw “flying saucers,” the newspapers did, using the term for the first time.  All accounts of Arnold and his story verify that the guy was not a nut. 

 

But it did start a rash of UFO sightings.  The most famous of those, just a few weeks later, was by rancher Mac Brazel, who, on July 7, 1947, discovered some “unusual” debris just outside of Roswell, New Mexico.  The United States Air Force says it was a crashed weather balloon from the nearby Alamogordo Nuclear Testing Grounds.  That’s still their story, and they’re sticking to it, even though the FBI sent out a notice that it was a flying disc that only looked like a weather balloon.  And so the conspiracy began. 

 

For years the government would not admit there was anything in the sky that couldn’t be explained.  You know… UFOs, or, as the government now calls them:  UAPs – Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena.  Which means the same thing, but, hey, it’s the government.  If they change the name to something we don’t understand, then we’re more likely to think they know what’s going on.  And, in fact… they don’t.  Only now they are more inclined to admit it.  According to the All-Domain Anomaly Resolution Office (or, as the government calls it, the AARO), which is a branch of the Department of Defense, there were well over 700 reports of WSTs – Weird Sky Things – in the past year or so.  Many of those were easily explained.  I still remember back when I was a kid and a weather balloon came down not too far from where I lived.  That thing really looked weird floating up there.  There still are weather balloons.  And nowadays we have UAS’s – Unmanned Ariel Systems… you know.  Drones.  And there are still birds and airplanes and stuff like that.  But, yeah.  Out of all of those 700 or so reported WSTs, there were 21 cases that nobody could explain.  The AARO says that doesn’t mean they’re from other planets or some sort of new technology buzzing around up there.  It only means they’re unexplained.  They’re unexplained phenomena.  And they’re in the air.  So, yeah.  There’s no need to worry about aliens.  Because we all know how truthful the government is. 

 

For those of you who don’t believe in WSTs, it’s also Midsummer Day.  OK.  It’s more close to the first day of summer, but it’s a Quarter Day, and that’s what they call it.  If you don’t like it, take it up with the British.  They’ll probably tell you to fuck off, but it sounds so much less offensive with a British accent.  Midsummer Day traditionally celebrates the Nativity of John the Baptist.  If you’re keeping track, the next Quarter Day is on September 29 – Michaelmas.  And then after that is December 25, which, if you remember from when you were a kid, is Christmas.  Following that is Lady Day on March 25, which celebrates the Feast of the Annunciation.  And that brings us back around to Mid-Summer Day.  It never ends.

Cartoon of the Week

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Stuff

Number 48

 

“Do you like my new cat?” Andrea asked when Jamal walked in the door after a hard day’s work.

“You got a new cat?” Jamal asked in disgust.

“Yes,” said Andrea.  “Isn’t he cute?”

Jamal looked around and then asked, “Which one is he?”

“He’s...” replied Andrea, and then after a pause, continued, “I’m really not sure.  But you’ll just love his name.”

Jamal moved over to the liquor cabinet and started rummaging through the empty bottles.  “Oh, I’m sure I will,” he stated, with just a touch of sarcasm.

It wasn’t clear if Andrea ignored Jamal’s sarcasm, or just wasn’t aware.  Said Andrea, “I call him 48.”

“Forty-eight?” Jamal wondered.

“Well, silly,” quipped Andrea, “he is number 48, after all.”

“Where’s all my liquor!” Jamal finally demanded, after making certain that the cabinet really was void of any spirits, except, perhaps, for the spirits of the empty bottles that had not yet followed the light into the next world, where many thirsty parishioners were eagerly awaiting their arrival.

“Oh, your liquor,” said Andrea, “that would be Bobo and Leander.  They do so dislike milk.”  And then, she added, “Where are you going?”

“Out!” snapped Jamal as he picked up his coat.  “I’m going to the Cat and the Fiddle for a drink!”  And with that, he grabbed his hat and headed for the door.

“Wait for us,” said Andrea, “the cats do so love to get out.  We can take the van.”

But Jamal never heard Andrea, for he was already gone.  She stood there sadly for a moment, and was only distracted when Bobo rubbed against her legs.  He then looked up at her and inquired, “Well, are we going or not?”

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