I had a pretty profound thought earlier today, but it was kinda depressing. Seemed to make a lot of sense too, at the time anyway. Now my mood has floated from the depths back to the surface, and it's not worth really dwelling on any further.
...Fascinating, isn't it?
[size=1]Actually, I concluded that this thought holds the answer to everything that ever was and ever will be. But, it's dangerous, and not very fun. I think I'd better just leave it sitting idle in a dingy cellar in my mind somewhere. People will be happier that way, don't you think? Wouldn't be very nice of me to shatter everybody's already brittle existence, whether they're skipping along through it, or dragging their feet. This is assuming that my thought really does hold the weight that it...does (which I already did...assume). Of course, that just leaves you all to question as to why I even mention a thought that I cannot...mention. Further.[/size]
[size=1]No questions then? Excellent.[/size]
*Onward to more predictable goofiness!*
Just when I'm recovering from one finger injury, forcing me to sport a non-Snoopy decal'ed band-aid for nearly a week (stupid pocket knife!), I go and win myself another booboo. Even though it's the season for fireworks-related finger decapitations, this was much less exciting. However, for a single searing moment in the kitchen, I was wishing the thunder of God Himself to remove that pan of grease from this world in such a way that a pan of grease can feel utmost pain.
I was cooking up these "banana burrito" creations (egg roll wrap, bananas, jack fruit, and the fantabulous grease to fry 'em in) when I errantly flipped a burrito mid-fry. The resulting sploosh propelled a rather large globule of molten grease across the kitchen, which managed to lock its crosshairs on my poor finger's knuckle. Fate would not have it any other way than for my finger to be struck (No Christmas Card for Fate this year :mad: ). It was my right pointer finger too! That's like...the King of Fingers! Assassination attempt? "E tu, [color=black]Thumbé?" Probably not, but I can't be too sure. The thought never even crossed my mind that my fingers would plot against each other. I also have yet to take into account the fact that I was holding a spatula at the time. *shifts eyes...at fingers...then to utensil drawer*[/color]
So now my finger has this little Gorbachev spot on it. Kinda looks like a cartoonized version of Chief Sitting Bull. Or, if I look at the spot upside down, it looks like Sitting Bull doing a cartwheel. Take your pick.
And since I feel like it, here's all the movies I've bought, CD's I've bought, and books I've bought/borrowed/checked out in the past few months (I don't get to make such updates often, either):
--'Bedknobs & Broomsticks'
--John Lennon - "The John Lennon Collection"
--Jackson Browne - "The Next Voice You Hear - Best Of"
--Rod Stewart & The Faces - "Every Picture Tells A Story" (back when the man rocked but not popped)
--Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - "Deja vu"
--Astrud Gilberto - "Compact Jazz"
--Frank Sinatra & Count Basie - "It Might As Well Be Swing"
--"24 Old Timey Favorites" - Bluegrass
--[i]Deadeye Dick [/i]by Kurt Vonnegut
--[i]Passage [/i]by Connie Willis
--[i]The Martian Chronicles [/i]by Ray Bradbury
--[i]The Magician's Nephew[/i] and [i]The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe[/i] by C.S. Lewis
--[i]Where The Sidewalk Ends[/i] by Shel Silverstein
--[i]The Complete Poems of Robert Frost[/i]
--[i]The Myth Of Natural Origins [/i]by Ashby L. Camp
--[i]Deep Thoughts[/i] by Jack Handey