The Effect Of Sunshine On Rainy Day Blogging

I've written most of a long blog post on faith, religion, and the universe, with glancing swipes at climate change buttwipes, electric cars, whiny race-baiters banging on about dead Trayvons, and the lack of scientific literacy that's going to drive us all into the dark ages. Also, some fiction, a bit of commentary on Jack Daniels and near-death experiences (unrelated to one another) with "dodged the reaper again" highlights, and a discussion about sex which, as it turns out, I'm generally in favor of.

Re-reading it, it occurred to me that no one wants to read this opus. Some of you have lives. Probably. Gotta break it up into smaller chunks. Which in fact I was going to do today. But today is absolutely awash with perfectness, including no-wind, cloudless sunshine, temps smack in the middle of the "if you're not riding a motorcycle, you're a moron" range, all of which results in an overwhelming "I'm outta here" urge.

I'll cut a chunk out of that big brisket I've cooked up another time. For now, think "Born to be Wild," leather, and roaring down two-lane roads at Warp 3. 

And for those of you so inclined, here's a redhead to keep you entertained till I get back:

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