Glow in the Dark

Originally Posted Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The sprinkler repairman came back yesterday while I wasn't here.  Things still aren't right.  Fuck.  I will have to have him back, and he is not coming for free.  I don't get it.  How hard is it for a "professional" to fix something?  This is all he does all day five days a week.  The point of the sprinkler "system" is that all the plants get watered, not just some of them.  Total coverage.  You can't just say, "well, there are some places the sprinklers just don't get to," can you? 

Elsewhere, there are people fooling around with genetics in their garages making glow in the dark plants.  There are people who can splice genes in their garages in their spare time as a hobby, but I can't get a professional sprinkler repairman to fix my irrigation system properly.  He's probably splicing genes in his garage at night.  Imagine with what efficacy. 

"Well. . . we got most of it right.  I mean it DOES glow in the dark.  It is just mean as shit.  We didn't see that coming.  If it bites you, look out.  That shit is POISON." 

I saw it on the BBC's "Sherlock."  There was a secret lab where they were doing genetic research.  One scientist had given her daughter a glow in the dark rabbit.  I thought it was too over-the-top when I watched the show.  Today, though, I read that there are glow in the dark animals.  Home botanist/geneticist have a Kick Starter program going.  They want to make trees that can replace street lamps.  Except you can't turn them off.  Imagine the energy savings! 

Maybe they can invent a lawn that waters itself.  THAT would make me happy. 

I'm sorry I wrote about the kidnapped girls yesterday.  That is all anyone has heard about now for two days.  It is incredible and horrible, but the news coverage is worse.  The facts are not enough, so they have people opine and predict.  "COULD IT HAPPEN IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD: TEN PREDICTORS THAT MIGHT BE MISSED."  I suspect the doctor across the street now more than ever.  What's he DOING in there?  

I went to bed early last night but couldn't sleep.  Too much on my mind that I didn't know about.  I'm worrying about everything.  There are just so many things one must do.  When do you do it?  If I quit trying to make stupid pictures and writing every day and quit going to the gym. . . there would be many more hours to. . . do the things I don't want to do. 

But I have to go do some of them now.  C'est la vie.