These are not the funny yuks. Weather today - yucky, but at least we've been spared from heavy snowfall so far. Woke up this morning (and last night as you shall see) to a coating of slushy wet snow. It's been raining a good part of the morning and we're expecting more precipitation through tomorrow. It could be snow or rain.
Second yuck - TOYH spent the night running back and forth to the toilet to ride the porcelain bus, as it were. She also was very nauseous and felt like she might have to drive the bus too, but managed to stay in the passenger seat.
Third yuck - Stupid, aka Grover the dog, got me up a couple of times last night to ride the doggy version of the porcelain bus. On second thought, maybe he's not so stupid after all, he drove the bus out in the yard and not in the house.
I'm really going through a bus theme here. Hey Francis, do those silly French social critics or Maggie T. have anything to say about the above bus riding?
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The quote, as it appears in the book I mentioned, reads: "If a man finds himself a passenger on a bus having attained the age of twenty-six, he can account himself a failure in life."
As for porcelain bus riding... well, I'm sure there are some cultural studies of bathrooms and toilets starting with Duchamp's "Fountain" in 1917 (that's the one that was a urinal turned on its side and submitted to an art exhibit).
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