Let's start out the night/day with a joke... or rather, a riddle:
It is less busy tonight, and I am happy about that. Since it's Thursday night, everyone else is gone at 22:00 instead of 23:00, which is a real pain sometimes.
Softball season... brings us a lot of business. People hurt themselves doing a lot of different things, but there are an awfully lot of people playing softball here. They start when they're teens, and they don't give up until the break something major, is the way it looks.
A couple of years ago, it rained most of the spring and early summer. There were some orthopedic surgeons that missed the payments on their BMWs...
Why can't miss piggy count up to a hundred?(Again, answer at the end of the entry!)
Thinking about the way people look... looking average is really pretty ugly.Good-looking is pretty unusual, and beautiful is rare. There are a lot of people that fall below the average by definition. But they keep reproducing... is this strange, or what? Perhaps there are more people who don't value a person by their looks than I realize. Or... there are just a lot of people who are willing to settle for less than their ideal. To fill in the time while waiting for their ideal. Of course, when their ideal comes along, they (the person waiting) are immediately rejected...
There is a saying that I can't quite remember... shallow people talk about people, ----- people talk about things, intelligent people talk about ideas...
Someday I will make a list of the shallownesses that encompasses our world. I'm gonna wait, though. I have the feeling that I will not come up smelling like roses myself when I do that...
The older I get, the less I think of how a person looks and more about how they act. Especially women, of course. I never did care much about how men looked. There were many years when I was awe-struck by physical beauty, to the point of being absolutely unable to talk to a beautiful woman. I don't know if this was just extreme shyness, or just part of the general feeling of unworthiness that I used to hold.
This feeling has pretty well been cured by a couple of coronaries. Not the recommended method, mind you, but pretty damned effective.
I am amazed at how alike we all are, from the young and the beautiful to the old and powerful and the ugly and the poor and the rich and the stupid and the arrogant and the shy. Why, then, is there so much fucking trouble in the world?
O'yeah, I left the religious out, didn't I. I did that on purpose.
Speaking of stupid, you know how painfully excruciating it is to have to explain a joke to somebody? Especially someone who should immediately understand what the point is? Well, I put Gabby (of Turns Into Stone) in that position yesterday. I had mentioned a couple of days ago that I hoped that my writing wouldn't be regarded as pedestrian by the other journalers in our criticism group. Gabby mentioned that she thought that was funny, and then said that I was a "race walker". Some way or another, I couldn't put that in context, and wracked my brain without coming up with an answer. When I asked her about it, she pointed out that "walker=pedestrian".... sometimes I feel like a fool, sometimes I am...
It's payday, and also Friday the Thirteenth. I have never had anything bad happen to me on a Friday the thirteenth, because I don't give numbers that power over me. I'm a non-believer in bad luck. Unfortunately, that makes me an unbeliever in good luck, too. There is a fella here at work that was reading a book about codes in the bible. He was like totally convinced that everything could be foretold by using mathematical formulae on the words in the bible. What a buncha bullshit. Nosterdameus, the bible, superstition in general, religion specifically... bullshit.
I'm not much of a preacher or convincer. I do not believe that I have ever been able to get a religious person to question their religion. However, in times past, I have had religious people almost get me to question my views on religion. OK, strike the almost.
This just isn't fair. What I'm selling is cold hard reality, what they're selling is warm fuzzy love and everlasting life. How the fuck could I hope to compete with that?
Don't worry, I'm not gonna quit trying. It's just discouraging, is all.
I forgot to mention... I got another toofer-one in the candy machine last night. Wheeeeee.......
What do you call it when a midget psychic breaks out of jail?
(Answer at the end of the entry.)
A small medium at large. When she gets to sixty-nine, she gets a frog in her throat.