An anniversary - wrapped up in a Sufi enigma and saturated in sour cynical sprinkles. I can indeed confirm they are burning cousin and the blisters are none too enjoyable either.
Because one was an opening that wasn't an opening - it was a sanitary cupboard. (E.B. White)
No matter how clever (and poetic) the mouse, the odds (and biology) are forever in the cat's favor - a lesson from deep in a pathless wood.
Happy Monday! Happy thoughts! Probability + Psychology = Absurdity. An option with known odds is preferred over one filled with uncertainty. What or who is behind door number 2?
This is the result of a philosophical musing I had with my dog last night. It may be a warning sign that I need to find other humans to talk to. Then again, humans?
The definition of apathy? If I tripped and fell, landing face first in an inch-deep puddle of water ... I would drown. Haha. Such poor wit. Teach me how I should forget to think?
Live with regret over action or inaction? Me? I would rather face questions of being wrong about my judgment - rather than about myself. But. In either case. Healing begins after acceptance. Then learning.
My edgy "end of the world" sarcasm engine has been sputtering lately. It is a very strange feeling. Am I broken? I've never had this problem before. And the oddest part? Knowing why. But NOT knowing why.
The present state of my relationship with the world. At least I can now die in peace knowing the Browns finally made the playoffs - for the first time in 18 years. Good enough 2021. Good enough.
Yay! More failure! Fine. I'll crawl back into my miserable, dark happy place. Anybody - do you wanna melt a snowman?
I am in a very foul, dark mood. So. This. The physics story problems I hated the most? Variations on Superman getting to Lois before she splats. And. Of course. The lame "phunnies" that went with it.
Hmmm. This is a square peg, round hole solution. The original version of this was a little too disturbing for today's sensibilities. One side benefit is the salt should make the humor drier. And, uh, saltier.
First. I clearly missed my calling - inspirational artwork. Second. I know the difference between a "drinky" cow and a "nummy" cow. Sadly, the test audience (my dog) didn't. So. Artistic license. For the sake of "humor".
These posts are dominos. Some concept tumbles forward into the next. But this is what happens when my brain freezes. And is "treading water". Wondering. About WHY. Was it a question. Thoughts? Complex. Answers? I have.
For this to make sense? You need to know what a "safety town" is. And that a "chicken flying contest" is a real thing. Attend a rural county fair for proof. Or search YouTube. Using that exact phrase. But that's no fun.
I have been pondering a "weird" scene for the last week. So. Just how deeply should one dig below the surface? Anyway. Hamlet. The opening of Act V, Scene 1. Framed within the soliloquy from Act III, Scene 1.
I, being of body and some mind, willfully and voluntarily hereby declare to future humans or aliens. If I need erased from history to save humanity. Such as from a case of mildly inconvenient sniffles. Fine.
As horribly depressing as the world currently is, I can't help but feel like we are living in some crappy no-budget made-for-public-access parody of a real apocalypse. And not something that will achieve some weird cult status either.
My first thought about this - amused. Next - depressed. As this is what every day feels like. But then - I WISHED for this! Why? Imagine. Every day for eternity. Absolutely no cares for the world. Just me. And a boulder!
Something that has always bothered me about 2001: A Space Odyssey? Yes, HAL has the Asimov's Laws conflict - at least on the way there. But it is really Dave's actions that kill Frank, the three crew, HAL ... and himself.