The Idiocy Of Daylight Saving Might Just End (but don’t hold your breath)

Earlier this year our province (British Columbia, Canada) sent out an online survey with a few questions regarding whether to ‘fall back/spring forward’, or not.

The whole ‘daylight savings’ thing is a bit nonsensical really. No daylight is ‘saved’ nor spent, it’s just that us humans have the opportunity to call the exact same 24 hours in a day, (23 hours, 56 minutes, and 4 seconds, actually) by different names and adjust our behaviours accordingly.

It was originally touted by, captains of industry who wanted to squeeze more work out of their employees, certain lads who wanted more ‘daylight’ to enjoy that final round of golf before retiring to the clubhouse for tiffin, and some bloke who got into a snit because he discovered the hoi polloi of London were indulging in summer siestas. (this is me, paraphrasing what Wikipedia has to say)

It was not to be borne, I tell you! … something Had To Be Done!

And ‘done’ it was. Sad to say it was done here in Canada first. Not on my side of the Rockies I hasten to add, but in Ontario in 1908.

During the Great (and Horrible) War, a whole lot more countries imbibed, but most of them unimbibed soon after the leaders of the participating countries finally decided enough damage had been done and signed the Armistice.

Some countries, and states/provinces within countries, around the world did not.

Time Zone Map on Wikipedia by TimeZonesBoy - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0

Light grey – used to but don’t anymore Dark grey – never did … Time Zone Map on Wikipedia by TimeZonesBoy – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0

So, back to our survey … first of all, nearly 12 times the usual number of people responded, that tells you something right there … and 93% of us want to do away with daylight savings. (as reported by CBC)

Our glorious leader (Premier John Horgan) will now go forth and, ‘… make a final decision about how to move forward …’ (emphasis mine)

Seems kinda obvious to me, but what do I know, I’m not a politician.

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Proof Of Concept

I came across this on Elfcat’s blog, Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess, this morning … thought I’d share …

It’s all perfect, and it’s all terrible, and it’s alright

Some thoughts on Life, and Death, and how they’re so intimately connected … from a man called Tim, who lives in Ireland and recently lost his son.

I Confess Myself Disappointed, and Other Nonsense on a Sleepy Sunday Afternoon

Yes, in the immortal words of the almost immortal L. Voldemort, the quality of today’s scammers has left me disappointed.

I received an email today wherein I was informed that my Facebook account has won a million (US) dollars. Not me, myself, mind you, but my account.

I don’t have a facebook account.

Shocking, I know!

Shocking, I know!

They requested all the usual things, name, telephone number, where I work, how old I am, but what obviously tagged them for crass amateurs was that they also wanted my marital status.

In my day, no self-respecting scammer would’ve needed my marital status to fulfill their scammerly responsibilities to their nefarious overlords. Derelict dilettantes, all of ’em!

Where are the halcyon days of Nigerian princes and impoverished  European royalty who just needed a kind and understanding helping hand?

On the other hand, they did sign off politely… and I quote: ‘Office of the President, CEO of Facebook, Mr Mark Zukerberg’ … calling him, ‘Mr’ was a nice respectful touch, I thought.

-oOo-

Lets talk about ‘dark matter’. Scientists have weighed and measured the universe and they can’t find enough ‘stuff’ (that reflects light so they call it ‘light’ matter) to account for how big it is and why it hasn’t collapsed back in on itself like one of those bouncing castles that’s sprung a leak. So they decided there was a whole of ‘stuff’ out there they called ‘dark matter’ because they couldn’t see it, measure it, etc.

As is the way of scientists when faced with such dilemmas they did Experiments … and slowly discovered a great many things that dark matter wasn’t … but nothing that could tell them what it was.

The answer is simple, of course, all that dark matter is simply unused magic. Think about it, if all the light matter is recognized by science to obey (love that word in this context) scientific principles, then it stands to reason that something that completely ignores all their instruments and experiments, (which I’m sure pisses them off no end) would be … magic!

It's magic!

It’s magic!

-oOo-

Did you know that irises have seeds?

We have a wild stand of them along the back fence that dutifully flower every spring …

Rampant

Rampant

… and keel over in autumn.

I thought they did the whole expanding bulb thing to be fruitful and multiply, but no … well they do, but they also have seeds.

Once the flowers die they leave behind pods that look like this …

Gorgeously green

Gorgeously green

And when the pods dry out, they shower forth seeds that look like this …

Fascinating little greeblies, aren't they?

Fascinating little greeblies, aren’t they?

Last year I collected a few pods-worth of the seeds and promptly forgot about them until I was looking for the seeds to go in the bean pyramid/tipi.

I tossed a few of these into a couple of paper cups with some of the soil from the pyramid garden and waited … and waited … and waited … and gave up on them … and then …

Life ... always finds a way

Life … always finds a way

I love Mother Nature

Never predictable, never defeated

Never predictable, never defeated

(This is a given, but I do like to toss a disclaimer out there every now and then … all the pictures are either from Microsoft Word’s clipart collection, or my own trusty little i4 phone)

Mistress of Evil

Well, well …

Maleficent is at it again. Turns out she was never just another fairy.

I Found Lucas Again

Last year, about this time, I posted a short video of Lucas, the Spider, thoroughly watching adored it, and promptly forgot all about him.

Yesterday, I was researching some stuff on YouTube for a big project Mrs Widds and I are planning for next year, and I’m sure you know about that dastardly sidebar that leads down all sorts of rabbit holes. Well, there he was looking out at me with those adorable shiny eyes, (all eight of ’em) and I decided to share his latest adventure with you.

Just in case you want to investigate his adventures further, here’s his Youtube channel.

Here we go …. Boop!

Midsummer Chills and the Pyramid

At the beginning of May we had a week of summer temperatures, and at the beginning of June we had three consecutive days where the sun managed to break through the cloud cover for more than a few fleeting minutes.

These are the ‘interesting’ times we now live in, and which will continue to get more ‘interesting-er’ as the seasons progress.

The seedlings I started in pots and carton-halves in the patio are only now strong enough to go out into the gardens. I will tend them as I can, but their survival is uncertain.

The beans and climbing cardinals, (I have no idea what they actually are but the flowers looked pretty on the seed packet) will be going into a new garden that Mrs Widds and I constructed, in between rainshowers and thunderstorms.

Baby beans ...

Baby beans …

... and baby cardinals

… and baby cardinals

Our little rented house on an island in the middle of a lake is a duplex. Since the new owners took possession four-ish years ago, the other half of has remained vacant except for their infrequent flying visits, so we basically have the yard to ourselves.

A previous tenant had build a firepit with old bricks, but it soon degenerated into a pile of ash and weeds. In order to do some sort of gardening this season I decided to take it in hand.

First there was the removal of bricks and weeds …

… to reveal a decent heap of ash, most of which we removed to the compost heap, then rebuilt the soil with compost and sandy topsoil. Then it was time to assemble the required tools …

An assortment of dried bamboo sticks ...

An assortment of dried bamboo sticks …

Scissors, a ball of old wool, and duct tape - a gardeners best friend

Scissors, a ball of old wool, and duct tape – a gardeners best friend

… and construct this …

I stopped stringing the wool halfway down to plant the seedlings

I stopped stringing the wool halfway down to plant the seedlings

Look at that craftswomanship!!!

Look at that craftswomanship!!!

Here are the babies, all snug and sound in their new home ...

Here are the babies, all snug and sound in their new home …

That white stuff on the ground isn’t snow, (although the high passes to the interior just north-east of us did get a bit of a fall for Summer Solstice) it’s crushed eggshells, to ward off slugs. They don’t appreciate all those sharp edges …. bwhahahahaha …

The sun graced us with her presence yesterday so I took advantage of the light for the final shot.

... and now we wait

… and now we wait