Because I’m posting from work.

One night I was putting #5 to bed and, as always, he was talking.

#5: Hey guess what.

Me: What.

#5: I know why all those great inventors weren’t very nice people to work for.

Huh. Not what I was expecting him to say. The statement begged a thousand questions but I asked only one. Well, more of a prompt than a question.

Me: Oh?

#5: Yeah, because they were so busy inventing things that they never got enough sleep.

I looked at him for a minute.

Me: Are you saying that because Daddy and I get cranky when we don’t get enough sleep?

#5: Yes.

And there you have it. This conversation came back to me recently because I’m halfway through serious-badass-Nikola Tesla’s biography by Margaret Cheney Man Out Of Time, and among all the many other mindblowing things I read, there was a bit about the AC/DC (the current, not the band) wars.

So you have your Thomas Edison, by anyone’s standard, a great inventor. He’s a proponent of Direct Current and is actively working to make it our country’s electrical standard. Then you have Tesla, kind of a whippersnapper by Edison’s standard, but a brilliant inventor except no one remembers who he is today because he was a terrible businessman and also didn’t get around to patenting most of his inventions. He saw the flaws in the DC system and developed a better, stable Alternating Current system. The war was on. Edison began a smear campaign to malign AC. Tesla couldn’t be bothered. He just kept inventing stuff and making his AC sexy.

I live in New Jersey, as did Edison. Edison, as part of his smear campaign, was paying school boys to kidnap puppies basically in my neighborhood, and then he would electrocute them with alternating current, to prove how dangerous it is.  Not in secret, publicly. Because we’re both New Jersians, I believe I am not out of line when I call him a douchebag. I mean, thanks for the light dude, but. . . yeah.

I have to conclude, based on this conversation with #5 who gets his information from perhaps the same genius realm as Tesla or else bacon-and-video-game-induced trances, that Edison was seriously sleep deprived.

Hey, so Christine at Quasiagitato took one of my posts and we did a Mad Lib with it. It totally cracked me up and you should go look at it. I refrained from using “boobies” for every plural noun, even though I wanted to. Click here for her post.

One and Done #7

Welcome to One and Done Sunday. One picture and five links that are worth your time.

I hesitated to use this picture. I think it’s a bit risqué for this blog. But then I thought, hey, maybe risqué will bring me more traffic. What the hell!

You can still say that you read this blog “for the articles”. I’ve been using that phrase successfully for years.

Playpuggle of the Month: Casey, Miss October 2011

And now, five links that are worth your time.

An excellent post from a lady who just ran her first half-marathon. Except she’s Canadian, so there’s some weird metric conversion and the number kind of makes it sound like she ran seven-eighths of the way to the moon. (Which really is what 13.1 miles sounds like to me anyway.) Jennifer at Joy Is So Yellow’s My First Half Marathon.

Theater people and writer people alike will get a kick out of this. Also, people who are a little bit jaded, yet funny. And not annoying. A.G. at Regected Riter’s How To Write A Broadway Hit.

Love opera? Hate opera? Seattle Opera Blog’s If Carmen and her friends were on Facebook (thanks Jeff for the link).

Christine at Quasi Agitato got featured on BlogHer (squee!). For those who don’t know, that’s like, a big deal. This is a great post if you’re thinking about crossing over to the dark side (as I like to call Twitter), or if you’re already there but your head is spinning. Also, it’s funny. Twitter Tips for Shy Tweople.

The best post about saying goodbye to your abuser on his death bed that you didn’t read this week: Diana Murdock I Am Now, Truly An Orphan.