Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
- dusty springfield

Well, I got so confused. Maybe it was just the lingering cold and low grade fever that has been plaguing me for days.  Maybe you should just never mix vegetables with cupcakes. Whatever the reason, I found myself sitting on the couch and watching 2001 A Space Odyssey which after all, I had not seen in years.  Half way through the movie, and about the time when the Obelisk began to buzz from it’s trench on the moon, the democratic debate began. A famous multi-tasker, I could easily listen to the debate on my laptop with one white earbud while the Discovery waltzed along with the Blue Danube in remastered HD.

All that was well and good. Still, as lights flashed and the Halloween version Gregorian Chants that filled the room blended with the chatter of Wolf, Hillary & Obama somewhere within my cerebral cortex, it began to feel as if these voices in my head were being caused by some form of previously undiagnosed mania. I found myself admittedly befuddled. Sometimes you just have to go with the moment and sometimes the moment just has to go with you.  

The movie came to a close just about the same time as the candidates shook hands, hugged and spoke lip to ear.  I wondered what they could possibly be saying.  It’s always at the end of a debate when you start to wonder if this is not all just a big show put on to give the audience the false impression that they have an option. I imagined them suggesting they all meet over at Mitt’s place for an after hours kegger.  Wolf would drive. I found myself contemplating why Barack Obama’s hand gestures moved perfectly with the strains of  Strauss and realized I forgot the point of the Star child.

I shut off the TV, closed the live feed on the laptop,  put away the DVD,  then poured a cup of tea and pondered.  After awhile, after that amount of time when silence amplifies a ticking clock and "nothing" transforms into a static buzz,  I turned to Mary and asked, “Now which one was the alien?”

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* now if that left you confused maybe you’ll want to try last year’s post for the day "Hand Rolling Demystified".