Random thoughts occur to me.
Sometimes stimulated by external events. Sometimes bubbling up from within.
Sometimes they're actually humorous. Mental illness can be fun.
Like the thing I saw recently. It
was a pickup truck. In the back was a childseat bungeed to the pickup bed. And
I thought, Man, I don't think this guy gets the point.
At least it was under a cargo net.
When I was three, I was all the
rage at my local church. They celebrated me for a misunderstanding. We were
poor so I was hungry pretty often and I prayed to the lord to give us some
food. My babysitter saw me and told the church. They didn't realize I was only
asking the almighty for lentils and enlarged corn kernels. Maybe my
three-year-old voice made it sound like something else.
"Dear Lord, could you please
give us peas and hominy?"
Later in life, I thought I had a
chance of being a championship oboe player. But life brings changes.
Unfortunately, I was never able to achieve my formerly perfect tone after they
removed my orthodontic headgear.
There's a theory out there that no
one has ever actually tasted a Hot Pockets. That's why the maker designed them
to come volcanically hot out of the microwave. The thought is you sear your
tastebuds before ever finding out how hideous they are.
Living in the flood prone saturated
Northwest I wonder why we have firemen for fires but no watermen for flood
damage. If my roof was on fire they'd send a truck right away. Why not if it's
caving in with leaks?
Lastly, I love science and
cosmological physics, but to me the most frightening thing about the concept of
parallel universes is the thought of the parking.
America, ya gotta love it.
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