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You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Tattoos and piercings are like spices… a little will do ya.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Sanford and Son was originally aired from 1972 to 1977. I do not recall watching the show during that period, but at one point in my life I watched the reruns a lot. Redd Foxx was born in 1922, which would have made him 50 to 55 years old during the original run of the show. I remember thinking how old he appeared in those 30 minute comedic episodes.
I was flipping through the channels the other day, and I came across an episode of the show. I watched a few minutes of it, thinking how young Redd Foxx looked.
Ouch.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
One random thought that I occasionally have while in the throne room “meditating” is why did not the supposed Intelligent Designer makes us photosynthetic creatures. In that case I would be excreting O2 and H2O after producing a nutritious sugar with CO2 and H2O.
Talk about your little green men!
Just saying.
At one point in my life I could have written out the whole chain of chemical reactions involved in photosynthesis or for that matter the Krebs Cycle. Not much call for that when you are twiddling bits and bytes.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
I was lying in bed the other night, the hour very late, staring at the ceiling, ruminating on mortality.
I am not particularly afraid of dying. As Mark Twain said (and so many others having expressed similar sentiments) :
“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.“
The real issue for me is getting from point A to point B. Commonly the transition to not being can be troubling, difficult, painful, unlooked-for. Hence in my late night ruminations, I said to myself that I was more afraid of not dying than dying. While I am still in reasonable health, the last year or two I have become aware of some significant bumps in my path to obscurity that could be popping up soon. It does not help that within our circle of acquaintances there have been a few lingering deaths that were traumatic on the persons and to the family. Makes you wonder why the supposed Intelligent Designer did not put an on/off switch somewhere on our bodies.
And so it goes.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Overheard…
I was standing in line at the supermarket, well, Schnucks, if you must know. In front of me were two young women, thirty-somethings, who, from the contents of their shopping cart, looked like they were buying for a party.
First one says to the second, “I heard your ex-husband had a blind date last night. Good for him.”
“Well, maybe,” said the second one, “I am still good friends with the wife of one of his buddies. She told me he told his buddy that his date had been a well worn pincushion full of little red flags.”
“Does not sound like there is going to be a second date,” said the first gal.
“I would guess not,” said the second.
They went on to other topics less worthy of my eavesdropping.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
I made a run to a local grocery store, Schnucks, as I was out of my eponymous cerveza, Dirty Bastard. As I was walking in, an elderly Chinese couple was walking out. Okay, the Chinese ethnicity is an assumption on my part, probably a good one, as there is a large Chinese population in the St. Louis area. In fact our neighbors to our left are from Taiwan. But I meander. The wife (another assumption on my part) was jabbering away at her husband in what I assumed was Mandarin.
Trouble was that she was eating something and had her mouth so full that the words were very garbled. I just could not understand anything she was saying.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
As you probably remember, most of us survived the recent COVID pandemic that occurred at the beginning of another pandemic, the invasive parasitic brain worm known as Trumpism, which in itself was the result of the unnatural mating of incorrigible, rampant, corporate capitalism and dogmatic, religious fundamentalism.
In the last few months a new pandemic has descended on us, this one given the cute name of AI, Artificial Intelligence. It is everywhere I do not want it to be… like out of control canker sores. IMHO, the movie, Terminator, was prophetic. I am spending way too much time trying to eliminate AI from my devices to just see it pop up in a different application. It is reminding me more and more of a “social disease”. It is appearing more and more like the only solution is abstinence from all things computer related.
From the movie, Terminator:
“By the time Skynet became self-aware it had spread into millions of computer servers across the planet. Ordinary computers in office buildings, dorm rooms, everywhere. It was software in cyberspace. There was no system core. It could not be shut down. The attack began at 6:18 p.m., just as he said it would. Judgment Day. The day the human race was nearly destroyed by weapons they’d built to protect themselves.”
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
There are many calendars in use in the world, such as the Hebrew calendar, the Chinese calendar, and the Islamic calendar. The Julian calendar is still is used in parts of the world. There may be more that I am not aware of. Of course, the most common calendar worldwide is the Gregorian calendar, the one we here in the United States are most familiar with.
The Gregorian calendar (and Julian calendar) are divided by the time before the birth of Christ and the time after. For most of my life this has been BC which stands for Before Christ, and AD which stands for Anno Domini which is Latin for in the year of our Lord.
Quite some time ago this was decided to be cultural insensitive as there more religions than Christianity. Currently, the BC has morphed into BCE which stands for Before the Common Era, and AD has changed into CE which stands for Common Era.
Fast forward… Frequently when folks are telling s story or referencing something they will use the phrase, “this was before cell phones.” Perhaps we should now change our era nomenclature to BCP, Before Cell Phones, and ACP, After Cell Phones.
Or not.
Lagniappe: There is no zero on the Julian and Gregorian calendars because the Romans did not have a zero in their number system. This was a later import from the Arabic number system.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Not that it really applies as I want to be cremated, but I can see me knocking on the lid of my coffin needing to get out for just a minute to go to the bathroom just one more time before taking the final exit ramp.
Of course, that thought came about as my OAB has been exacerbated by the current course of prednisone I am undergoing.
Gotta love this getting old gig.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Plucking a doggie poop bag from the container attached to my end of the leash, I cleaned up Prancess Lily’s offering deposited in a neighbor’s yard, thinking to myself it is amazing how much of our lives we spend dealing with shit.