It's a good thing I am a great procrastinator and rather lazy when it comes to my backlog of experiments. The world is probably a safer place.
At the end of my dreams I often experience intricate, geometric, kaleidoscope-like animations. Brain cancer or glitches in my nightly sim-download? (I gave-up on the Rube Goldberg device - it got too messy).
Ah, the simple joy of taking something apart and - well, that's it. I need an undo-command. Or a real-life "Watson" that puts things back together for me.
I'm basically allergic to grass and I've developed some interesting ways of dealing with sinus headaches, tension headaches and migraines. I love winter - when everything is dead. Please don't make me say it - don’t try this at home!
The world is depressing. I'm sad. So. This. Just go "no pulp" - you don't want to lose any important stuff. Also, don't forget to check the expiration date. If it spoils - it becomes permanent. Not saying that's bad. Just worth noting.
I'll accept methods of compression with a "conduit". But you'll never convince me that a transporter is anything but the most painful way to die. Although, imagine all the fun pranks you could pull on April Fools Day!
My simple test for the perfect soul mate - is this funny? An aggressive "WTF is wrong with you" smirk is also an acceptable response.
For a brief time I was here - and for a brief time I mattered. (Harlan Ellison)
Here was an animated carpet-sweeper, dishwasher, furniture-polisher, general factotum, rising from the factory table - and offering his services as consoler and confidant. (Isaac Asimov - Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I have resigned myself to the metaphorical reality that my parachute is not going to open. The only question is, should I at least try to enjoy the grotesquely mesmerizing introspective view on the way down. (Me - Pandora's Box)
I honestly think the Universe is now exacting its collective revenge on behalf of all the souls I have tortured. Cool. Here is a fun metaphorically logical pun amid the irony of being the only person in the history of the world with my name.
On episode 1 of "Fun with Stereotypes". Some fun facts. I'm allergic to beer - as well as most grain-based alcohol. By normal standards I've never been really drunk. Also, I like my brain cells.
I have a design flaw. I easily recall external input. But. I lose my own output. If someone uses a "circular reference" on me - it takes awhile to make the connection. I'm not stupid. Just blind. To my own words.
I suspect this will NOT age well. I was raised on sports, starting at age 5, and played on varsity teams into college. As long ago as it was, my sense of seasons aligned with the sports calendar. Until now.
Ironically, since I am officially ancient - I still have a couple primitive amalgam fillings in me somewhere. That effectively doubles my net worth. Hooray for me.
Part 2: Context of the Caption. My brain straddles two VERY different worlds. It can be a struggle. Some day HBM may be too much. If that interactive conduit disappeared? And yes, I have oodles of NSFTW thoughts.
Why not? I ran out of ideas. Booooo! I used to sleepwalk and I hate treadmills, but no longer enjoy running outside during the winter. With a 4'10" mom and 5'4" dad - I should be happy. (And yes I sleep in my office.)
I think my limited supply of cares for our planet full of people is nearing empty.
I think I recently suffered a horrific accusation. At first, I was deeply offended. But then? I was weirdly amused. Why? Because it meant I was right for once. (Or I've completely lost it. Either way. I'm good.)
Not today, but sometimes cats are just metaphorical cruelties of "life". But mirrors, the Ark, Pepsi, sweaters and caps? That's a lot open for misinterpretation. Oh. Xmas Eve. And. YAY BROWNS!!!!! And. Go Buckeyes!