The crying is just a response to awareness. The inappropriateness is baffling because it's not sad or sorrowful tears but just swelling of emotion that is triggered by the awareness of what just happened. The singer hits a note, the applause accompanies appreciation, the eyes fill with tears. It gets dicey because anyone watching is thinking "what's the matter?" Now it becomes a matter of public display of emotion. Like a fart, the consensus is go someplace where it's just you and it because out here in the wide open, it's not appropriate. Camouflage that sucker, man - you're giving us the creeps. Thank you Deepak for clearing up a mystery of what's wrong with me. It's not wrong. It's something that needs encouragement, not discouragement. It's the fulfillment part of intention and desire. It's the I get it moment. Expressed in tears. Maybe I can get another of the quirks that help define me. (Make note about that rub thing). Yesterday's Ruby Vigonia unleashed some wisdom; today will be the caffeinated equivalent.

Not particularly sad about Andy Rooney's passing. The asparagus in the meatloaf kicked it up a notch. Maybe I just have asparagus syndrome, an off-shoot of the affliction carried by the kid in Parenthood. LSU/'Bama was a sloozer, the blend of snooze and loser. Packers and Ravens today show be two good ones. Hear my prayer.