By the time I’m done rambling out this crazy stream of consciousness it will be close to Thursday on the East Coast. Though I really dislike the expression, “its Thursday somewhere!” applies. Hey wait, that’s right; it already is Thursday in Japan. Sweet, I’m covered.
I wrapped up my kitchen job today and although I did not find the exact liner I had posted the other day the one I got worked awesome. Tomorrow after getting back from mailing the check for our first month’s rent at the new place (in ten-ish days), I plan to work up a nice HubPage with a photo ‘how to’ tutorial for how I installed it. Could not be easier and really made all the difference on those impractical wire shelves.
So I always seem to look at the clock at two times during the day -- 9:11 and 11:11. I have looked into the 11:11 phenomenon and from what I read it has something to do with moving forward. I could be inferring it all wrong of course but that is what I get out of the things I have read. It makes me happy to think that but I also want to say well duh because aren’t we always moving forward? I mean as long as we are living there is allegedly no turning back so forward is really the only way to go. It isn’t as if digital clocks have been around forever and maybe there is nothing at all to any of it but all I know is since I can remember my favorite number has been 11 so I’m going to relish in the thought that I get a little extra propulsion every day.
Something that has been bugging me lately is that I have this recoculously huge vocabulary but for some reason I have decided it isn’t cool to show off my chops. I hide it behind myself and never pull out the fifty cent words in casual conversation even if it is right there on the tip of my tongue and I know full well the person I am talking to is going to understand either the meaning of the word itself or at least the context surrounding it. I keep questioning why I do this. Is there a such thing as fear of intellect? Do I hold myself down? Or back on purpose? Hmmm, food for thought.
A week or so ago I joined twitter. Yes that’s right, because I was so desperately needing to maintain yet another online tool. Online tool. Yup, I think I’m feeling like one right about now. There is an entire world of new language and terms I have to learn. I said to a fellow tweeter that I feel like I’m speaking Smurf now:
“Can you Smurf to the other side of the mall and Smurf me up?”
I looked to my all time favorite Google for help deciphering all of these things I couldn’t figure out on my own and man is there ever a shitload of websites dedicated to this one! I have a lot of reading to do just to get through the basics. So far it is fun and even though it might sound strange coming from a wordy mo-fo like me, I kind of enjoy the challenge of limiting myself to a shortened number of characters to express the same sentiment. It is as if I always write prose with 600 words and suddenly decide to toss out a haiku. In fact that sounds like a great idea.
An Ode to Vegetables Haiku:
Green squash and orange carrots.
Veggie medley. Yum!
OK seriously when I’m pulling out the haiku about carrots it is definitely time to consider a sleep aid on the insomnia weeks.
Actually this time around the insomnia isn’t entirely just me. The past couple nights I think there have either been some really hyper feral cats, or a couple raccoons I would not want to meet in a dark alley, scrapping at about midnight. And by scrapping I mean clawing the crap out of each other while screeching at the top of their lungs just outside the bedroom window. Needless to say there are reasons to not throw trash in the dumpster here after the sun goes down. There are also reasons to have an oscillating fan in the bedroom to help curtail the noise.
A short BTPT post this week, I kind of previewed this week’s rambling the other day when I posted the visual equivalent of five thousand words so I am kind of at a loss of randomness. OK not really but it is getting late and this has been a fairly long day so I am ready to pack it in. I will leave you on the happy note of a much better haiku.
Wild woodland creatures
Raise their voices, keep me up
What do they fight over?
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