Category Archives: what the…?
wow. what ever happened to this thing called LOGIC? or COMMON SENSE? or PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT ASSHOLES AND TRY TO BLAME EVERYONE ELSE FOR ALL THEIR SHORTCOMINGS. (this includes YOU lawyer!!!)
ok, so I WANT TO BELIEVE. oh. you guys are too young to get that. that’s from the X-FILES. ummmm. yeah, which was a tv show a couple decades ago that was popular, and a science fiction type deal. damn i’m old.
anyway i digress…i am comfortable with the possibilities: life on other planets. time travel. the loch ness monster. i know people who are certain about everything in life, because they read a book that told them how things are and how they will be. i’m not certain of anything. not because i didn’t read the book – because i did – but because there is so much i don’t know about the world. so much WE don’t know, so many unproven, unexplored, unconsidered things … how could you be certain of anything?
well, how do i know how they got there? sure, some people say they were made by a lawn mower, or cleverly placing heavy objects on the grass, but what do i know? it’s possible that aliens used their etch-a-sketch to create fabulous field art.
like this squirrel did here… clearly the aliens wouldn’t be interested in doing anything as small scale as this, so i’m thinking the squirrel people or maybe the groundhogs pulled this off in the middle of the night, when no passersby could ask them what they were doing
i’m wearing my fun socks today, but it doesn’t seem to be making its impact. if any of you have watched the TV series BONES, you know that FBI agent Sealy Booth wears funky socks as his way of being unique and special in a world of hum-drumminess. his way of ‘sticking it to the man’, i guess. or his way of declaring his individualism. and if you watch Storage Wars, you know that Barry (I LOVE YOU BARRY!) wears his ‘lucky’ socks, hopefully to have blessings from the picking gods.
but for me, the magical, stripey, Monster High socks that i am wearing are not bringing me the anticipated magical stripey day. despite their cuteness, and their roller-derbiness, my customers are still yelling at me, demanding, and pushy. i’ve heard bad news today, like about the girl that has been missing for 8 days, or the man that was dead for 2 years without anyone noticing.
tomorrow i’m coming in barefoot.
i love these little … whatever they ares. got them during my birthday bash weekend for less than a buck each. they are so cute, and have been handy so far for ice cream (better portions than when i use a cereal bowl!!!) and also MARGARITAS!! LOVE THEM
though i have to admit my mind isn’t really on the great colored glass when i’m putting down the margaritas. and lately it seems like even just one of these little glasses is enough to make me topple-overy. is it just that i’m getting older? does everyone become a severe light weight with age?
i like my weird perspective; my ability to see things that aren’t things, and notice expressions that are barely there on the face of the person next to me. i have an uncanny ability to see hidden objects in movies, or ghosts in the window of an old house. most people just look at me with a weird look on their face when i tell them about these things. “off to the Funny Farm with you”, they seem to be saying to me with their wild, surprised expressions. just because i saw a face in a tree? or claim that i have faeries in my room playing Yahtzee?
well even the small of faith and linear of mind should be able to see that i’ve found a mummy lying right next to one of the characters from Nightmare Before Christmas!!
Yesterday during my morning walk (which occurred at around 2:30pm) I spied a car with an interesting symbol.
As I got closer to the vehicle I decided this driver must be a Storm Chaser! How exciting! How adventuresome!
The reason – however – that the car caught my attention in the first place was the speed at which it was moving. Ok, I fully recognize that the driver was making a right hand turn into the demented dentist’s office, so you have to slow down for that. But seriously, for a block and a half – and THEN the turn – the car was moving along at a clipping pace of 3 MPH. I am so bad at math, I can’t even calculate what that astronomical speed would be in Kilometers. Oy.