Okay, so this is supposed to be for my own personal thoughts, but how boring is that? In the "Blogs of Note" section of blogger.com, I found Julius Sharpe, who is hilarious. I highly recommend you high-tail it over there. When you wet your pants from laughing too much, you'll have me to thank for it. Well, actually you'll have Julius Sharpe to thank for it. Just think of me as signpost pointing the way to Wet Pants City.
posted 4:32 PM
I'm a little bored, so I delve into the internet for a quick entertainment fix. I decided to check some of my favourite fellow bloggers to see if they've added anything lately, but no such luck. Then I looked at my list of links and thought, "I should go to my site and see if I've written anything interesting lately." Even though I knew almost as soon as thought it that it was a stupid idea, I went and checked anyway. And it turns out that I hadn't added anything new since the last time I was here. And it turns out that I haven't added anything interesting for longer than that. Still, there's something I like about my bouts of idiocy. There's this moment of time between when I have a profoundly stupid thought and when I realize that my thought was profoundly stupid where my brain just sort of stalls out. I think those completely illogical thoughts are supposed to be filtered out early in their conception, before they ever become full-blown (or fool-blown) conscious thoughts. If they slip through the filter, they get caught in some sort of loop where my brain, realizing the thought has been through the filtering process, tries to digest it as somehow logical but cannot because there really is no sense behind the thought. It ties up all my thought processes for a split second (or longer, depending on the day), and in that span of time things get kind of quiet, zen-like, and I wonder if that's anything like what I'm supposed to be trying achieve in my meditation exercises (the ones that seem to show up occasionally in New Year's resolutions and no where else). And as I type this, I realize it probably is very like what I'm striving for. It's probably similar to the hoped for effect of the question, "What's the sound of one hand clapping?" So that's good to know. All this time I thought I was stupid when I'm actually enlightened. Won't Mom be proud?
posted 3:16 PM
My sister is 2 centimeters dialated. It seems like generally that's a part of your body you don't go around sharing details about, but all of the sudden when you're about to have a baby, you share with everyone. But the information is useless to me because I don't know how dialated she is normally. Nor am I exactly sure what is dialated. Nor am I sure that I want to know. When I asked what "2 centimeters" meant in terms of when I would have a new nephew, I was told (by my father in a game of family telephone as he heard from my sister who heard from her doctor) that it meant that if she had not gone into labour in the next two or three weeks, they would induce. That didn't help me much, because that would put her at almost 10 months pregnant, and I'm pretty sure the doctors start getting edgy about any baby that hasn't come out after a couple of weeks regardless of "dialation issues." I think they feel it calls their math skills into question, so they pull the kid out to keep from looking like they can't add properly.
posted 2:19 PM