Blimix

I realized that I have something to learn from eastern Massachusetts drivers. But first, let's establish some context. ( Cut for length, but humorous. )

So I finally went out picketing downtown with my silly face sign (from two weeks ago).

( People's reactions... )

I've had in mind other meaning than those mentioned, of course.

A thought on picket signs: I could put any serious opinion on one. I've even come up with some trite yet poignant slogans. Everybody who agrees with me would nod or voice encouragement. Everybody who disagrees would look away or insult me. And in the end, nobody's mind would be changed; I'd just be blowing smoke out of my ass. But on the other hand, I can't just sit back and do nothing, can I? Certainly, not getting out there at all won't help anything. So here I am, picketing with a silly face on a sign.

The above rationale exists only to exhibit a playful absurdity which would yet be difficult for the average person to argue against at a moment's notice. You could take it as a subtle commentary on the plight of the average citizen trying to make their voice heard, but only if you were a dry old fart. (Better an old dry fart than an old wet fart.)

( What's the real reason? )

In totally unrelated news, here's a nice picture of the path on Blueberry Hill. I went back there yesterday to explore the blue and yellow trails.
( Picture. )