That’s better. Too much negative energy in that last post and the accompanying image. Sadly, it looks like we’ll miss the Transit of Venus out here on the Front Range, as it’s entirely overcast. (Imagine your own frowny-face here.) Neat discovery: old X-ray films are really handy for observing things like solar eclipses and Transits of Venus, although who knows what technology they’ll have on hand for the 2117 viewings!
On the unwelcome solicitations: I’ve thought about this over the past few days, and have decided that it’s probably in the natures of the sorts of people who will go door-to-door to ignore “no solicitors” signs. They think they’re right–about their gods, about their politics, about whatever–so of course they’re going to argue with me about what exactly counts as unwanted solicitation and which signs they need to respect. Another observation: the only people who have argued with me about the definition of the word “solicitor” are men. The one woman solicitor I met at the door and warned away apologized and moved on quickly.
From now on: Green River Ordinance, plus a sign that warns of a vicious cur, plus a “Beware of God” sign, just to make some of them stop and think. (I’ll be sure to post the Oxford English Dictionary definition of “cur” too, for the uninformed.) Either that, or I’ll just line all of my windows and doors with tinfoil.
(I’m sure the neighbors trying to sell the house across the street from me will love that!)