I was just watching Mr. Sunshine and I was reminded again how much I love arenas. Always have, especially the ones a notch below major league size. I have no idea why, I just do.

I have this same love for old minor league parks and always wanted to own a minor league baseball team, or with the above arena, a minor league hockey team.

And I have an unexplained love for rebel leagues like the old ABA (HUGE FAN), USFL and the old WHA.

Anyone else have any loves like this that you can't explain but it still calls to you?

I find the sea compelling. I think of lands connected by the waters before me on the beach, the multitude of life-forms.

I love foreign languages. I rarely keep a sustained effort to make me versatile in new ones---they always depend on how close a friendship I develop with the speakers--- but I've always enjoyed my translating work. Resting the proper translations from context is a puzzle that appeals to the mathematical side of my brain.

Finally, I'm not trained in any science more so than psychology, but I love literature for laymen in most any field. Sometimes I'll space on a very technical passage, but comic books gave me a great curiosity for anything in science. Strangely, I don't indulge in much techno-gadgetry; it all feeds my writing, mostly.

I'm rather fond of attempting translations as well.
Not always very good at it, but I do enjoy the attempt, the discovery and revelation.

Me too. I've often thought that if i ever acquired Superman like powers, I would spend considerable time exploring the oceans. Scary yet awe inspiring.



Same thing with me adn comics but I do have a tech side to me.

The idea that a puzzle will bring you closer to understanding the internal life or even friendship of another part of the world or another place in time is always intriguing---even if it goes awry in the process!

Well said

Mummies. I hate gross stuff and I'm actually pretty squeamish about a lot of things. But mummies of all kinds have fascinated me since I read about them as a child. It was only last year that I went to an exhibit in Little Rock and saw actual mummies for the first time.

That's cool. Isn't it weird how somethings inexplicably attract us?

I just watched a Wheeler and Wolsey movie: Mummy's Boys.
Certainly not one of their better ones.

I mention them, though, because I find Bert Wheeler and Robert Woolsey to be
one of those unexplained and surprising comedy teams that I love. They were
quite famous in the 1930s, but almost no one has heard of them today.

I'm not saying that they are of the same caliber of the Marx Brothers of Laurel
and Hardy, but sometimes they are quirky as all get out and quite funny. It's
a pity that they are so unknown these days. Much of it has to do with Robert's
untimely death, I suppose. Whose knows how they might have done if he
had lived longer?

It's also a pity that I think the first of their films that I ever saw: Cookeyed
Cavilers is probably their best film. Every time I see a "new" film of theirs,
such as today's offering, it tends to disappoint. But there are usually a fun
line or moment or two in there.