Polystyrene, the Earnest Cousin

I was thinking I'd post something pretty soon, but I want to take the time to make it good. I don't want to rush it. I want to create a thoughtful post about the sort of things my readers are into - namely, plastics. Of course, some of my readers are into other related polymers, but I can't be everything to everybody. I have to focus on one thing at a time.

Listen, I Don't Want Hear About My 401k

I was just about to turn off my computer and hide it in the cupboard for the night when I stopped, because I had one more thing to say. It was about something... I'm already forgetting what I wanted to say. I can't remember.

Sometimes I wish my cat would wear a nice suit. Nothing too expensive, just something nice. No cumberbund or anything, but something nicer than khakis and a sportscoat. And on rainy days, he could wear corduroys and a navy blue turtleneck. But if he tried to tell me about my 401k, I would put my hand on his shoulder and say, "Listen, I don't want to know the details."

Allow Me to Consult My Computer Dictionary

Do you think I should buy a canoe? I don’t really want one, but I hear they’re all the rage.

According to my computer dictionary, a canoe is “a light, slender boat that has pointed ends and is propelled by paddles.” Who cares? As far as watercraft is concerned, I think I’d prefer a fine pontoon; that way, I could walk into a bar and say, “I must admit, I have a fine pontoon.” The rabble will never appreciate this tremendous joke, but it is worth something in the proper milieu.