Thoughts of the Random Kind
Randomness is in my nature. My brain is a non-stop chatter of ideas, images, conflicting impulses and a general stream of trivia. What sounds like a non sequitur emerging from my mouth is usually the result of someone saying something and my following the thought it evokes down paths, side streets, alleyways and through uncharted wilderness. If you’re talking about dinner and I mention a fascinating fact about Cary Grant, then there is definitely a connection somewhere. Maggie finds it endearing and sometimes stops speaking to me in admiration.
Sometimes it’s hours before she speaks to me again.
Anyway, let me share some random thoughts I’ve had over the past day or two:
When our Golden Retriever’s paw hair gets shaggy, it looks like she’s wearing those Ugg boots. Which seems right, since she’s vain, blonde, and fashionable.
I may sound un-American, but I think cosmonaut is a much cooler term than astronaut.
On the street this morning, the dog and I met a woman wearing flannel pants and bedroom slippers. As it was cold and windy, this was a clue. She said “it all hits the fan in three months, do you comprehend?”. I said I didn’t and kept going. But now I’m thinking about three months from now. Will I regret not finding out more? I may not get another chance to comprehend.
Non sequitur is tough to spell. I want to stick in a hyphen and replace that second “u” with an “i”. This bothers me, because I pride myself on my spelling. Please don’t think less of me for my failings.
My current most-hated misspelling is when someone writes “bare with me.” I think they probably mean “bear with me.” Unless they want to get naked with me. Sorry, I’m married.
Shooting bunnies with plungers is the most fun I’ve had all week. The noise they make when you sucker a plunger onto their faces makes me laugh every time.
Computers were created to help you letter your comics. Life is too short for me to hand-letter my work.
Anyone who likes Nazareth’s version of Love Hurts needs remedial music appreciation education. Anyone who thinks Nazareth wrote the song is already too far gone. For the best version (and it predates Nazareth’s unspeakable violation of the song), pick up Gram Parson’s Return of the Grievous Angel.
The noise babies make when they cry is horrible. Why didn’t we evolve to have a pleasant chime or a beep that announces that we need something? When the phone rings, we answer it (or at least check the caller ID). If the phone screamed and wailed, no one would have a phone.
If you didn’t get the bunny/plunger comment back there, get yourself a Nintendo Wii and a copy of Raving Rabbids.
People in Anime wearing goggles look really cool. People wearing them in real life look stupid. Unless you’re on a Vespa, then you’re Anime-cool.
I wish I had some hair. Then I’d do the spiky Anime hair thing.
Cary Grant’s real name was Archibald Alexander Leach. What was that about dinner again?
