I want to memorialize, before I forget, one of those things that
murphy_slaw said (at the below-referenced Sunday Dinner) that probably never has been said before in the whole history of the world. (Slightly compressed as I don't remember all the details. Note the contrast between the empirical good sense and everything else.)
Me: I bought ping-pong balls for my cat. They're great... [Boring description of things cats do with ping-pong balls] ... But they've all inexplicably vanished in some kind of Ping-pongageddon. Or Ping-pongendämmerung.
Jack P.: You'll find them all when you move.
murphy_slaw: It's the rapture! The rapture came and all they took were the ping-pong balls.
Today my boss and I were in the elevator at work with a man who had the look of someone who had entirely given up and was allowing his soul to be eaten. "That looked like a particularly desperate individual," I said, after he stepped out and the door closed behind him. "You know," my boss said, "we are supposed to be on the lookout for people with the abandon-all-hope look roaming the building, thieves and pickpockets and so on... But around here, that look is our preferred fashion statement."